In the blue sky of winter.
Some friends of loneliness
arrive at my door.
Asking me to join them
on their lonely path.
I offer a cup of coffee
and sun-drop words.
Telling them “Not today”.
For I have often faced
my lonely shadows.
And have known
a mind and body,
free from dust and pain.
Then the smiling sky
and singing birds,
are with me.