for the sixth time since November,
the heat’s gone out – the radiator sits silent
there is no weight of heavy snows here
to bear down upon roofs or wool-shod shoulders,
yet the dark leans in against the windows,
its own weight overwhelming the small hours
for once, Time in its grand arc is on our side –
as are the dogs exuding contentment,
as is the glass of whiskey on the pale marble
table by the deep-seated chair
either the radiator will rattle tomorrow,
or it will remain cool in dormancy –
but in the morning, I will seek the green tips
of emerging hyacinth – gift and promise both
© Sarah Whiteley
Oh my…it’s been years since I waited for that sound from radiators…even in SoCal a bit of warmth is appreciated with a whiskey. 🙂
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I think anyone who has ever lived with a radiator never forgets that particular sound. 🙂 Hope the storms are missing your neck of the woods!
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“gift and promise both” – and more reliable than the radiator. Nice.
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Love this, Sarah – as always, with its perfect last lines. ❤️
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I struggled a little with this one, so thank you! ❤
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As lovely as ever and a reminder of why I have you in my “VARIOUS VISTAS” list.
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I appreciate the alliteration. 🙂 And thank you!
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🙂
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Time in its grand arc -nice
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