milieu

there's a feeling

that cannot be captured

by a place

or a person

or an individual thing

but rather

by the context

and the way

in which they exist

it's in warm beds on workdays

and iced teas in summer

it’s in candles on dark nights

and for the broken it’s in kind words from another

it's in hot showers when skies cry

and campfires when they don’t

it's in knowing coins help feed the homeless

and hope when they won’t

it's in fur coats in winter

and in pets when they're loved ones

it’s in favourite sweaters

and when the fragrance is right - in freshly baked scones

it's in homes but not houses

and lovers not spouses

it's in music that enlightens elates and arouses

but only with context can that feeling exist

without such a thing

it could never persist

milieu draws the boundary

like the blade of a knife

that births such things

as blessings or strife

so it holds its breath

until the moment is right

to embrace the small things

and breathe comfort to life