muted

It’s a picturesque New England Winter scene
out there; and in here, with the cat curled
asleep on my lap.
I write by light of BBC News (muted),
when the tv gets bright enough to see
me making green pen streaks on the
white blank page.
I ignore the stories of raging discontent,
dis-association of societies,
a seeming mad panic.
It is a dark and quiet Winter night,
unfit for battle, or bitter dreaming.

#poetry #winter