Hibernation

We awaken on grey days

when the earth’s palette has faded

and clouds mask the sun.

We cook up delightful flavors

of coffee, jazz, books, film, orchids.

It’s a slipper and pajamas all day kind of day,

We soak up the hygge and sip tea.

Later, you are the chef,

I chop the veggies and pour the wine.

Occasionally we dance,

our home a bright haven in this pallid city.