little cold-weather loves

...how easily the skin peels from

sweet potatoes & acorn squash

under the pressure of my fingers

after they've been roasted

...reading by warm lamplight once the brightness of the day

fades from my living room

...how every day i find in myself

new similarities to my lovely mother

(mini afternoon naps, sitting on the sofa

with feet up on the coffee table,

but still somehow aware of life around me

is a habit i now share with her)

...the rich smell

of homemade spiced squash soup

simmering on my stove

...the bright snow outside, coaxing the afternoon light

to remain well into the early evening

...the promise of a quiet evening:

yoga poses

simple dinner

stories of india

cuddles on the couch.

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