Comfortable Skin

I am a sugarpuff cloud,

casting summer shadows from leagues above your head

as midday simmers to a peak. 

I am the candle left to burn late,

filling the room with familiar scents

as windows and doors are shut against crisp evening air,

redolent of early spring. 

I am the waft of pumpkin and spice from an oven

left open to cool, warming the house

as autumn leaves scurry down sidewalks

in deep drifts.

I am the warmth of a soft blanket,

wrapped tightly beneath Christmas lights,

as midnight snow muffles all sound

from beyond your frosted window panes. 

I am content to be here.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I was totally hooked starting with your inviting, imaginative first line! I love how you describe surroundings so it feels like I'm hugged by so much sensory delight. It feels like the narrator could be a loved one, or it could be nature itself talking. Also feels like a "lost" loved one hankering to be felt (thru nature) in the life of someone left behind (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie