Comfy Pleasures

I knew it would happen;

it comes back each year

around this time when 

hot summer surpasses 

warm spring, and I long 

for the nip of fall to winter, 

that sweet chill that begins 

to require another layer, 

another cup of tea,

and we become lost 

in moments that linger 

in clear slants of light 

each morning, 

and the gauzy glow 

of moon at night.  

All the world feels more 

at peace, tucked under

the covers, able to rest.  

Add a cloak of snow, 

and the world is a special 

kind of quiet as we settle

into the comfy pleasures 

of slow.

—C.L. Fisher, June 2020

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