Elsewhere
(“Winter’s Edge”, 2018, original encaustic)
Elsewhere
The grey of mid November settles in
And my thoughts turn to elsewhere
Nights of dreams, mornings of long novels,
Afternoons painting and a wistful wish to travel
But as sabers rattle in Europe
And once again the world awaits war
The last place I want to be is stuck
Far away from home
And so I’ll just read and write,
Paint and walk with dogs
Letting the cold and grey wash over me
Not so much with pleasure, nor depression
But at least a hint
Of acceptance
(11/17/24)
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