Cold Lonesome

House, alone on a snow-swept plain.
No foundation. You know the wind chills the floor.
No neighbors. I hope there are books,
authors, and characters with whom to converse,
and Ideas to mull.
No garden. Could a vegan live here?

Surely, there’s a dog.
I bet the night skies are gorgeous,
the views spectacular,
and there’s a fire in the stove that, like a lover,
wraps you in warmth.

2 thoughts on “Cold Lonesome

  1. Excellent second stanza: “there’s a fire in the stove that, like a lover, wraps you in warmth.” Love that. And the dog, of course.

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