An evening at home

I've turned on the twinklies

I don't really have anything
to say tonight, although
it's cozy here, I've turned on the twinklies
and the electric fireplace.
I'm high enough I can leave
my curtains open, watch the rain
transform the city. The little dog
is asleep on her window ledge.
Yellow light from the Edison lamp
spills over my notebook
with its list of poets and checkmarks
and pages of poetic terms 
and prompts. My mobile device
chimes in Brahms, letting me know
it's bedtime. But I resist
waiting for a few more words
enjoying the fidelity
of an evening at home.

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This was the last of my Poem-A-Day poems for April. I rarely make it to the 30 day mark - but I’m happy to have 15 new poems to edit and file away.

If you’re an aspiring poet I wanted to share this in order to show that not all poems have to be big poems - sometimes a moment in time is big enough.