One winter evening
when darkness
was already everywhere
I opened the door,
crouched, and looked out
into the night.
An icy whip of winter air
slapped my cheeks and eyes
and it was like the way
a dried out plant
fizzes in thanks
when water finally finds soil.
And I looked up
and saw the moon shining down
through the branches of a tree
and I was in the country
so it was quiet
but there was a sound to the quiet,
you know?
A rumbling
a humming
something ancient and alive
calling me out from the stifling
heat and comfort of the room
and crouched in that doorway
on that one winter night
I knew I had to be more out there
and less in here
and then
I closed the door again
because I was cold
and scared
and surely tomorrow
was a better day
to begin living.
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Greetings! I’m Leah – a writer and poet living in the rural English Lake District. Here you’ll find an oasis of calm, comfort and peace; a sanctuary of healing, hope and beauty. If you’re the highly sensitive-deep thinking-creative type with a love of nature and a longing for the simplicity and quiet of times gone by, I think you’ll feel right at home. Subscribe to my newsletter by entering your name and email below.
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