And Still; A Face

I am not I; thou art not he or she;

they are not they.

– Evelyn Waugh

And Still; A Face

Earl Grey and I sit in a bay window

Overlooking the frozen confection

Covering the floor of the wood

Earl wears a necklace of stevia

And a cloak of warm almond milk

I applaud and embrace his perfume

I, I'm dressed in  thin layers of black

As cold as it is, the birds still do sing

The sun shine radiates brightly

A breeze has begun as promised to do

The wood; all is wagging in quiet rhythm 

To be interrupted by the fanning cadence

Of the gas furnace providing our comfort

Peace on this Sunday, peace and plenty to all.