Hygge me hygge you

The dark involves me

In its actionless caramelised momentum.

Autumn has fallen on me like a heavy hand.

Rest is in the menu

With its cup of honey and lemon.

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Tired hands

Refill these hands

That worked hard and bled today

To add beauty and respect

To old clothes.

Hands not smooth and not shy

That travel quick through the stitches

And join the borders of a hot Sunday.

Give them water, a shake, and a rest

In your lap

Until fresh again.