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a chill in the air,
unexpected cold front from the north.
all I long for when getting home
is a warm bath
to cure the chill in my bones.
many moons before that is mine.
I dream of the day when it is not so
out of reach.
oh how I miss those evenings:
hot water, milky with soapy bubbles,
the soft scent and gentle light of candles,
a tray with a glass of wine and chocolate,
and the best part, the music.
wet hairs at the nape of my neck.
head leaned back, relaxed, with a messy bun atop.
a deep inhale and a long release.
goodbye tension, goodbye stress.
the plants keeping me company transport me
into a jungle of my own design.
About the Creator
Ravyn Waters
Artist, poet, bibliophile, plant mom.
Constantly seek for knowledge and understanding to offer compassion in a twisted world.
Favorite books:
Stranger in a Strange Land
The Jitterbug Perfume
The Legacy of Herot
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