gratitudo vertit quod habemus in satis

As winter

draws nigh

and days

grow short

and cold,

I am

grateful:

for the home

that awaits me

after working

long hours,

warm and welcoming,

despite

showing it's age

here and there;

for the arms

that hold me

close

each night,

as they've done

for more than

half my life;

for the friends

few and distant

but always present

if only

in a three word text;

for a son

who

loves life

and lives

every moment

gratefully,

joyfully

fully,

touching

all he meets

with a bit of

magic;

for each breath

unencumbered by

illness that allows

me another day

to dream awake.