Two sides of the window

We are perfect stillness -

My two circled cats and I.

Outside, the wind is

Crying, chaotic -

A reedy sound slipping 

In through the walls

To haunt our contentment, 

Only for the contrast to enhance it.

I light another candle,

A silent soldier

Against the cold

And I write 

About both

Needing each other

For a poem. 

LJ Ireton 2023