Northern Slippers

It’s cooler here at night, and darker too,
and though the rain’s refreshing to behold,
I’m far away from what I like to do
to cushion me and counteract the cold.
But I’ve been often here, within the fold
of family, and I’ve left things in store.
Today I found my slippers (furry, soled),
and now I don’t perceive the chilly floor.

(Huitain)

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