Comfort Is... Poem by Terry Hoffman

Comfort is a glass of wine
before the fireplace,
a pause inside this head of mine,
a surcease from the race.

Comfort is a downy quilt
to wrap around my bones;
a time to snuggle with no guilt,
away from telephones.

Comfort is a cheese fondue
shared among my friends,
discussing all the things we'll do
when our soiree ends.

Comfort is a hammock swing,
just swaying to and fro;
a summer's rest that always brings
a sense of peace, you know.

Comfort is a purring cat,
just snug'ling at my side
and smugly taking pleasure that
she has a place to hide.