Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Only Enough (Poem 259)

It's cold outside, but I 
am warm.   Safely tucked 
beneath blankets, watching 
the storm heave its gray 
sighs amongst the cedars. 
My cats, becurled in their favorite 
chairs, enhance the cozy 
sense of enchanted remove.  
The world cannot touch us  
here.  There is only peace,
there is only contentment,
there is, in this moment, as always, 
only enough.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six