The Essence

This is the essence of peace:
Hands  busy with
Familiar things,
The  mundane silence
Easing the heart's race -
I have two days
Stretching before me
Long  and full of nothing
Except what  I will:
Reading, study;
Being alone has a
Singing quality, is tranquil.
I can roam from
Room   to room take
Pleasure from the fire's
Hum   and the crusting
Frost white and
Cold  beyond my
Window's   strutted arm.
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