February in California

Fog nestles itself against the house

for me to scoop up in my hands

to create an opening

a hallway

a door to run through

open to sunshine’s laughter

all the people in their colored jackets

of blue and red and gold

welcome travelers who come seeking

respite, the quiet place of mirth

where heaven’s lodging

is provided in all weather

the tucked away places 

as I perch

on my couch

legs crossed

dog hugging my bare feet

and study orange on still branches

watching gray melt away

in morning sun.