soft day

soft day with wind
I awoke early then
allowed myself to
sleep, to rest

the larches are golden now
on the hill
and the daily duty
of stove and fire
kept me still

I read again, in quiet
no-one near -
the house next door
is up for sale again,
I heard the Friday
cars pass along
the road from
time to time

my man is here this
night, the long road
and speech and light
his bright face
out in the world -
the daily grind -
tools put down and picked up
for the weekend

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