Faithful, a poem

Photograph by Leanna Marie Manning

Sitting here

High-waisted 

cropped jeans. Velvet 

turtle neck. Hair in a top 

knot. 

Feeling scrunched, bunched 

around my neck 

and shoulders.

It’s my

— breezy on the bottom, cozy

up top — 

look.

Sockless 

feet in sneakers,

sweater-and-scarf

combo.

One of my favourite times of the year.

(And I’m taking anything I can get these days)

My body craves

the warmth.

The softness.

Comfort.

And I’m making

a conscious effort to infuse 

my day with a lot of it.

Rising

to meet the sun

cup of tea in hand.

Wooly

scarf and sweater, 

at my desk.

A burning filament glowing

bright and buttery

filling the corners the room. 

A window 

of time 

where the sun streams

through.

As faithful

to me 

as I am 

to it.