Lights Reflecting Hope

this morning, cloistered

in the silence of what used

to be sheltered woods

dogs still sound asleep

I rise and the wood floor creaks

I wrap, tie my robe

take my medicine

my toes find my snuggly Uggs

on my way to the

best part of the day ~

writing by Christmas tree lights

faint glow of the screen

illuminating

syllables, finger-tapping

meaning from chaos

deep-breathing morning’s

chill of pine-scented fresh air

(coffee competing)

tiny lights bounce off

ceramic Nativity

figures into the

stillness of the room

proclaiming hope in the midst

of these troubling times