Yule Blessings to you this Season. May you be renewed, even as the light is restored, more each day.
We’ve gotten used to sounds
deep in a winter night,
sharp ping of the wood stove
reaching some cooler temperature,
muffled tumbles of a smoldering log,
creak of floorboards
as if someone walked quietly.
Downstairs the refrigerator
hums, the water heater readjusts.
What is shifting inside this house
I wonder, content, then roll into sleep.
Wind buffets the roof with
a grand whoosh, louder
than any wild animal out there.