Ann Keiffer


This crisp autumn night,
I’m cuddled down
in fresh-laundered sheets
under a layer of fleece,
settling into sleepy dark
when you slip into 
the cozy envelope 
of bed beside me,
prop up on your elbow,
and lean in for
our last kiss of the day.
This night, when our lips meet,
we hold the kiss a little longer,
familiar and sweet,
and I evanesce,
my soul undone
by gratitude for you
and the palpable 
Presence of Love 
like a light 
that glows between us,
as if we were two fireflies
channeling this 
miraculous light.
Ann Keiffer
October, 2021  

Image: Digital collage by Ann Keiffer


About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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