The Sleeping Village

Lawrence_original_3-1by Lawrence Estrey03 Mar 2019

Night time.

The moon appears, faint in the distance.

Darkness has settled,

Heavy like a blanket.

It is cold outside, a sliver of winter.

Warm inside.

Heat comes from a sturdy stove;

A fragrance of home,

A reassuring lull,

The promise of morning.

The village sleeps.