Winter Evening
I welcomed this winter’s evening
with a cosy fire in our stone fireplace.
While the wind blows, the cat purrs on my lap,
And the only disquiet is murder in boldface.
With the Summer People gone
We slip into stillness and sleet.
Catalogs of spring promise
lie by my chair while I sleep.
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