The grey teaches me color
The cold teaches me warmth
The blanket most unwelcome in the world
A most wonderful refuge to me
The clattering, bristle, and clamor
A soothing caress for my soul
My coat was claimed to be a shield
It has been found wanting
Hours too long
the sun has left
Shoes unready
socks soaked through
By all logic, I know
this should be misery
By lack of it, I know
logic left with the sun
What’s left is a piece of a space
a place the sun cannot reveal
The space where I first met Peace
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