
The winds of winter
Sing and Swirl,
As the fire burns
The chimney smoke curls,
There is warmth found within
This our humble abode,
Peaceful contentment,
In a world of unknown.
When given the space,
The time to reflect,
We discover quite simply,
Just how much unrest,
There is in our minds,
And the Hearts in our Chests.
All of these musings,
Return to the same thing,
It’s time use our Hearts.
To Think, together….again.