Winter’s dusk comes early, driving me home.
Six months from now at this hour
I will be playing in the sun. But this
is the season for drawing within.
The silence of the woods as light fades
narrows my thoughts. I attend
only to each step, taking care
not to stumble, not to trip.
I am awash in the blue mystery
wrapping all around me, deeper
than the cold. Undismayed,
I walk on. Home is just ahead,
warm, and filled with light.