frightful, in snow or heavy rain,
dark the days are, the evenings darker.
forecasts bring gloom and panic, then are cancelled
minutes later, the phone kicks off.
ice is predicted, mountains white
and jesus is reborn up the valley.
now there is a story, meanwhile
arriving home to candlelight, fire the same
and hopefully all will be well a while.
the word count is 62, the years are 8,
and i dreamed it was 2 months ; longer
than all the other numbers.
i have been a long time coming home.