Words of a world, strange though wonderful.

A Mother's Hug Goodnight

Frigid but calm front

hides in northern winds,

vast sky of my bedroom dims,


stream in winter iced over,

mother’s embrace

letting go at bedtime,


still rainfall,

sky’s dark pillows,

eyelids become anchors; smothers,


the cold front

blanketing dampened lids,

peacefully cover the coming storm.