emptiful

emptiful on this day of Epiphany

Christmas is packed away, house guests have gone, Steve is away for a week.

Grey skies, bare branches and quiet; so still and quiet.

There was a time when I may have rushed away from this void or sought to fill it with anything to distract me.

Today, I shall wrap the stillness about me like a cloak and swirl into this deep and silent lake.

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