Hidey Holes

Where are you hidey holes? Those little spots to be quiet and content. I am sitting in one now. Snuggled under fuzzy blankies on the love seat in view of the bird feeder with Christmas music playing. Nestle in my dears.

Hidey Hole

Hidey Holes

Hidey holes
My hidey holes
Little safe spots
Feather lined
All warm and comfy
Limbs folded
Fingers cupping a mug of tea
Jaw soft
Light muted
but bright enough to read
something calm,
something true,
something wise and old.
Only sounds of nature seep in
Rain or wind
Woodpecker squawk.
A hidey hole
not to hide
but to find,
to be with me
undisturbed

About createthedawn

Dawn’s calling is for her poetry to make our world a positive place. She believes in the power of poetry to process, to focus, to align, and to find our way to happiness and fulfillment. Thus, her pen-name is CreatetheDawn. Follow Dawn's work on this blog and in her books to help fill your world with wit, wisdom, and wonder.
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