I know this place

It is the same lighting, the evening sky

It is not cold outside, it is not cold inside

The sky bleeds into the inside

The volume is the same on the TV

The same as over 10 years ago, when, I

Sat all alone, in a trailer in Colorado

And the velvet blue sky bled into the room

I am content, like I was back then, when I was

Alone, but I am not alone now, and the trees

Whisper, like the breeze whispered years ago

When I was alone

It is the onset of fall, the hardest season of all

The time when cold freezes me, turns me to stone

And I get nothing done, but I have made something in the

Winter, I finished a life in the winter, gave birth in the winter

I remember a night like this, sitting in the dark, but for the

Light of the TV, and the sky bled into the room and cloaked me

I remember the holiday decorations I set around me, alone in my

Trailer, in Colorado, and I hold those same ornaments now

It is the hardest season of all, the cold season

It is the gateway to places never been, as I had never given life

Til that January night, when I bled, and gave birth, extending me

It is not so cold yet, but I can feel it coming

The hardest time of the year, the coldest time of the year, the time when

I could be scared stiff, and be frozen solid in a few months time

But this is the time of year, when the oven is hot, and the food is good

This is the time of year when the outdoors flow inside to say goodbye

For windows to be fastened shut, to draw hearts on frosted glass, to feel

Even if it is the bitter cold

There is such comfort in the familiar