hiemal – December 2024

Dusty melodies yawning through tunnels
and a seat on your commute.
It's December: you're done with work
but it isn't done with you.

Pack up your dreams, 
hibernate 'til Samhain releases - 
'til then you'll burrow in a frost,
tail coiled 'round your face,
heavenly in retreat,
pelt of sadness,
beat of your heart,
curled in the trill of perpetual night,
safe
alone
and warm.