The Sixth of January

An excellent poem I wanted to share with you on this, the sixth of January.

The cat sits on the back of the sofa looking
out the window through the softly falling snow
at the last bit of gray light.

I can’t say the sun is going down.
We haven’t seen the sun for two months.
Who cares?

I am sitting in the blue chair listening to this stillness.
The only sound: the occasional gurgle of tea
coming out of the pot and into the cup.

How can this be?
Such calm, such peace, such solitude
in this world of woe.

–David Budbill

One thought on “The Sixth of January

  1. This is beautiful, Mike. I have been rather absent, but I will be off and on till I get this little baby quilt finished that Teresa and I have been cross-stitching. I wanted to tell you that I love this poem. Sometimes I've had those moments..far and few between, mostly because we silly folk won't let ourselves accept this more often…as gift from God..that peace beyone all understanding in a way..a closeness that is hard to explain, but it feels wonderful for that sweet moment. God bless you for sharing it..I think I want to re-write this one somewhere.


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