‘Fog retreat’
Long sight curtailed
by blank white fog
descending
~
Driving my eyes
inward to where
my heart lies
~
Cocooned in soft cotton
quilts and muffled
by feathers
~
Burrowing down
hibernating
buried and bear-like.
~
Bright flickering firelight
thick soup of carrot orange
simmering ready
~
For later, much later
waiting and stewing,
brewing within
~