simple comforts
Swaddled in blankets of warmth and fleece, I stare out of the window, curled up and quiet. A storm whips around outside, the trees shake and shiver from the wind, the branches bow and break but I am safe. The flickering of a candle reflects on the window pane, it’s gentle light fills the room with a calm glow, a sharp contrast to the cold rain that batters the glass.
I rub the fleece between my fingers, the texture soothing and sweet, similar to what lies within the cup I clutch in my other hand. The steam rises up and fogs my glasses as the heat keeps me warm, small, content sips are taken as I watch the neighbours fence fall and crash, wood splintering and spraying everywhere.
The scent of cinnamon and berries fills the room, encompassing in it’s sweetness but not overly so as for it to turn bitter. I shift slightly, twisting my body so as to get a better look at the lightning streaking across the sky, lighting up the heavens with shots of violet and green, blues and pinks, shocking amongst the night time clouds, the rumble of thunder muted from my seat.
As chaos rains down upon the ground outside, I sit still and safe, knowing all is well as I enjoy my simple comforts.
Theo is a recent addition to the world of poetry, trying his hand at a few genres before settling down with writing from the heart and mind. He likes to keep things simple and heartfelt, but with linguistic contrasts and commas, as seen in his work.
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