There is laundry going

Running in the background

And i can hear the furnace

Blowing away the fall cold

Competing with the dishwasher

As noises of her readying

For the days events

Knock about above my head

While out the window

The sun’s light slants steep

A sure sign that winter comes

In this and much more

Contentment seeps into the bones

Making me want this more

It is an addiction of life and love