bringing greenery inside, the scent of pine
connecting hearth and earth
strands of light in the darkness
winter even in the mildest clime
spurs hibernation, contemplation
reflective surfaces oozing with sentiment
primal urge to find stillness
fights compulsive busyness
and flights of fancy
stillness will endure
battles lost, strategies failed
it persists within reach
the month, the year, will end like anything else
with a slight pause, barely perceptible
before something new begins