For The Moment by Shiloh

The temperature outdoors
invites one to stay inside.
The snowfall...
stopped for the moment,
and sunlight plays upon the wall
opposite the windows.

Quiet Sunday afternoon;
an overly comfortable couch,
shoes on the floor,
feet up on a hassock,
soft music flowing from the speakers.

You in an oversized chair
with your legs curled under you,
a steaming cup of home-made cocoa in your hands,
another cup on the side table next to me,-
...a hot and dark and sweet change
from the wine of yesterdays.

A cat curled by your side,
another looking over my shoulder,
with a book of favorite poems,
and all the time in the world,
and nothing to be in a hurry about.

The meter and beat and rhythm
of the rhymes leaping into the air from the pages;
the balance and resonance
of the tones of my voice...
for the moment it seems
I have all the wealth I could wish for.

Bipedalguy (65.96.237.196) -- Friday, August 29 2008, 11:51 pm

The good life.
Sounds very comfortable, and mellow.
I find that a good snowstorm gives me the perfect excuse to take it easy while I maintain the pretense that I wish I could get out and get some work done. But oh! The weather outside is frightful. It really works!
All in all, a very pleasant read. Great write.

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