In those days
when the dark
came early and
the unfinished work
on the desk
was haunting
the corner pub
promised warmth
inside
and out
camaraderie
light banter
and a glow
Fire is comforting
but not
when it comes with a price
so profound
with a burning curiosity
what was said
what unsafe paths traveled
In those days
the morning light dimmed
an hour was a day too long
even in its wintry brevity
Waking to a day
in which happy means happy
an hour means an hour
is like singing
four-part harmony
in perfect tune
Copyright February 2011
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