The nights grow long

In winter’s melody

Of windsong and distant owls

The desert hides away

As the sun sinks

Beyond the mountains

Huddled into nest and den

In search of warmth

Memory carries us

Through the sleepless nights

Without dream or rest

To offer relief

We hold fast

To remembered warmth

To each other

And the hint of a future

To brighten

The nights to come – Caroline A. Slee