The sun is bright
The wind is wild
The wood burner gifts warmth
I think of all of those things
Which I could not think of
When it was dark
When it was cold
When the wind rattled my windows
The book is done
The book is split in two to reduce the burden
The peace is good
The calm is a treasure
Without having to move
I can be moved
My eyes and ears can move me
My mind and its memories can move me
With this movement
All is afloat
The next book is contemplated
That work may also be split in two
The crystal offers rainbows
For which the walls say thank you
The door is closed
The door may be opened
As may the cupboards
In search of last years work
