Gusts pierce old windows
As I enter cold kitchen.
The new year still creaks.
Calendars change as snow falls.
Aromatic tea wakes bones.
Silent draft reminds:
You are blessed to be so warm!
Howling wind reminds:
Halloween is not scary
Compared to homeless winter!
Poem crafted in response to Quadrille Challenge #71 by dVerse. I am currently decompressing from preparing for Sunday’s Annual Meeting at the church I serve by using the creative side of my brain. Too much analysis and planning leaves my creative side in need of expression. There are worse things to do at your desk while enjoying a sandwich and cup of tea!
Distracted Pastor Ramblings 
LOVE this line, especially:
“The new year still creaks.”
Yes. With newness. With cold. I feel this, in my bones. Such a lovely way to say it.
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I like the warmth specially from the tea. Thankful to count our blessings.
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I liked the comparison of Halloween to homeless winter.
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These first day of a new year are really a hard start.
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