The house is quiet, save for dog and cat and one little boy
And me, putting words to ink.
The rest are slumber-drunk, sleeping off the late night
Of movie and games and ringing in the new year.
Feeder shadow sways on the wall, as chickadee and titmouse
Dart between cotton-tuft sized snowflakes;
Dog, curled in a tight ball, is unimpressed.
I step into the fresh year pajama-clad and thankful
Holding fast to promises kept, and hopeful
For the promise to come.
Wishing you New Year's blessings, and
Trusting in Him,
Aimee
Photos by the Rower
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