Winter’s window is spangled with delicate raindrops
like stars on the shard of the night-sky.
If you’ve ever wondered about calm in a world
of noise, listen again
to the gentle sound of rain
falling
on the tarred roads, the glass, the roof-
a slow steady ticking
against the gravel of time
reminding you that gratefulness is silence
warming itself by the fireplace
this very moment.