The Silence of Snows

The silence of snows

Pile against my door

While, within the panes

Fragrant coffee brews

And I shuffle in socked feet

To find my cup

Perched upon a crowded shelf.

There is nothing awaiting me today

So the snows shall remain trackless

And unmolested.

Today I will feed the fire

Settle into a soiled armchair

And let my soul drift

Along the baseboards.

Today I will lose count

Of my heartbeat

And ignore my pulse.

Today I will silence my phone

And forget to eat.

I will give this day away

And require from it nothing

I have not given to it.

The silence of snows

Will muffle my inhalations

And smother my snores.

The coffee will cool

In the cup

And I will bank the fires

Into ember

And I will curl within the cloud

And gather with the snows

Piling against my door.