The hut at the hilltop

As silence crept upon the darkening hills

As the birds lay meek over their nests,
with no zests

As the sky went energy less, dark

& as moon remained nowhere under the rescue,

I lighted my tiny lamp on the cue

The hilltop is plain

Owls and deer are my only friends

Alone I live in my wooden hut

My hut, lonely hut, no traceable humans nearby

Oh December...

I need more woods to heat up myself,

To fight cold

The small lake nearby is freezing bold

As silent crept upon the darkening hills

I sit across the manual fire like some ills

And I quietly watch the contrasting energies

Of heat and cold synergies

Such is their interaction,

Of space, crucial is their connection

As they advocate life on earth…

Earth, our lovely earth

How much have you suffered?

In time, I lost in thoughts

Of life and death

Oh December…

I need more woods to heat up myself,

To fight cold

The small lake nearby is freezing bold