Been a long, hard day
feel like I’m about to
drop where I stand
The jobs been tough
And normally I pull
through without a scratch
But tonight was the pits
Shoes are off
the bath has been drawn
steamy and fragrant
with peaches thrown
in
The fires been stoked
and banked
the lights are down low
A little bit of music on
softly
The snow’s raging outside
angry and churning
demanding someone listen to it
but I pay it no mind
A book to leaf through
before a long soak
While I take in the
near silence
No demands on my time
nothing else I’d rather do
off for the next three days
My recipe for a perfect
night.
I like how in this poem I am drawn into experiencing the exhaustion of a long hard day at the beginning of the poem but I’m unable to see where you are headed with it. So, when you get to the “perfect night” description I feel your relief and I feel soothed.