That rain
Wants to get in.
I understand rain
And its pact
With the wind.
I need shelter,
A second skin,
To keep me warm.
So, up I go
To my darkened room
For a sweater…
Any comfort
Against the weather;
A cup of hot tea...
Soft music,
A fire in the grate;
A pane of glass,
Anything to reassure
This storm
Will pass...
And though it’s dark
I can be solitary.
I'm not afraid
Of moving shapes
Or the tree's
Crooked finger
For the fire still
Bubbles cheerily.
Nor are my animals
Worried—
They perceive
Nothing derogatory,
So I can safely sleep
Through fallen trees,
Content
In my den
And my pack’s solidarity.