Linda GreggI would like to decorate this silence, but my house grows only cleaner and more plain. The glass chimes I hung over the register ring a little when the heat goes on. I waited too long to drink my tea. It was not hot. It was only warm. Tags: NatureWinterRelationshipsLivingDisappointment & FailureLoveDesireHeartache & LossU.S.WesternFree VerseShort poemUncategorized