All night the wind filled with snow howls against our walls.
What happens to the animals,
or people still outside
I do not know.
Small ship on a vast ocean our house sails alone through the gale.
Carries us fretting to the borders of morning,
the furnace and the radio
land ahoy.
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A Space to be Filled 
Beautiful Ellen! I always enjoy receiving email notifications that you’ve written a new poem and of course reading them… 💚
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Thank you, Lana! As I love seeing new art and posts by you. Dog in moonlight is so good.
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Thank you so much, Ellen xx
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Lovely! The ‘land ahoy’ pulled me in and completed the circle for me.
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Thank you, Frances, I’m very glad that worked for you. I know we both like the ‘full circle’ and I was happy to find ‘land ahoy’ in my brain.
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So tightly and beautifully crafted. Love it. The whole thing. But especially enchanted with this line: “Carries us fretting to the borders of morning” – gorgeous.
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I thought of you with the “land ahoy.” 🙂
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