Gloaming Window

Across the yard,
out the gloaming window
trees stand in frosty leaf pools.

The cat is fed,
the coffee pot is full
and the house is wrapped
in the register’s warm low hum.

Leaning back in the chair
with eyes closed
she is afraid to think
“In this moment, I am ok”.

Now the sun and feet
outside the door
shuffle in another day.