when all is cold,
I’m cuddled up in furry
orchid fleece
dog warming my feet
her recognition
of my need
and wet, chilly toes
that closeness
when loss hovers
invites willingness
I raise my gaze
the sparrow singing
chest puffed out,
impervious to cold—
I am not
but I am warmed
by our home
and the love
that supports me
I think of many
in bedraggled tents
on the streets
in earthquake-
crushed buildings,
or washed out by flood
could I be courageous,
share
my fleece or dog?
2024 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.