dusk
too early
night
too long
nostalgia from childhood
decorating gingerbread houses
then a young boy
now
once more
with you
older with thin hair
and such rough hands
but with you

dusk allows an ease to arrive

no artificial light

shadows

of hands reaching

to face

and just being ok

in being

Porch boards with frost
Hold prints
Of a small animal scurrying
Here and there
Sun warms shingles
Of the house across the way
Vapor catching early light
My cat
With legs tucked beneath him
Eyes closed
Seems so very content

in the rain
birds return to the feeder
swooping down 
then again
to the branches above
in some pattern
i do not yet
understand