this place of quiet
time alone
Firelight faces dance
to the music in my head
as evening slips by
No need for words
for a week, no need
to offer up any sacrifices
All the open wounds
all the torn pieces
are band aided together
And I can sleep
with the door unlocked
my thoughts light as snowflakes
Poem by Eileen Carney Hulme. Painting of Retreat Cottage by Chris Gaunt
