daily poetry
committed to creating and posting one poem per day.
October 21, 2009
#203 before sitting with tea and the paper
the floor, cold on my feet
the toilet, ice
the fire ended through the night
i slept, uninterrupted
but this morning, my duvet cocoon
was the only warm spot in the house
the shower starts icy and warms
the furnace bangs as i toss in logs
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