Christmas Eve 3pm
The dismal grey
of a damp December afternoon
smothers the garden
hangs in the air
with sullen stillness.
Inside
warm smells of baking
drift enticingly on
air brittle with the usual
festive arguments.
The bleakness of outside
seems somehow inviting
in it's nothingness.
Longing to skip the next few days
fast-forward Time
wanting to stop
the inexorable treadmill of it all.
Just simply...to stop,
have a little stillness
and a moment or two
of peace.
Bren
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