Little toes hug the floor boards
Body pretends to float above
Folding the dry clothes
Hanging on the long metal rod
Putting away in drawers.
White cotton nightdress
Swishing at ankles as she drifts from
Room to room
Feet cold in the crisp predawn
Calm darkness of the world.
There is a song in her head
A list of things to be done
As she clears away clean
And no longer needed
Piles of scarves and shrugs.
Layers she has wrapped her body in
Protection from the cold.
Colours to match and compliment
The daily garb of business clothes.
Finally a little peace
She sips her tea
Little toes resting
Things in their place
Calm in her world.
