Time for bed again, so soon, you say
Turning the light off and pulling the covers up
Another week gone by as we sink deeper
Into the season of long nights and cold days.
Sleep is a dreamscape moving in and out
Waking every few hours aware of this place
Settling back down into the flow of imagination
Resting easy suspended in timeless space.
The sun in the morning reflecting on the snow
Illuminating every windowed room with bright light
As we enjoy our coffee inside our warm house
Beginning our day with this simple pleasure.
Our lives have slowed down
Our needs are few
We have time for ourselves
We do only what we want to do.
