A poem -“Naked”

Draw me

Here, amongst my rumpled clothes

Arms outstretched

Grasping

Though my soul knows

It’s time to let go.

Grab my satin robe

The red one, hanging on the door

So that I may drape it

Over my nakedness.

My joints

Ache in the cold

But this year

Blessed sunlight and warmth

I am, also… thankfully!…

planted close to home.