"Growth" by Nicholas Brennan

A little more every day.

Like a tree, the rings show

​Growth.

Someday I will have an adventure,

Crossing America one mile

​At a time.

The early nights make growth slow.

Now is time for hibernation like

​The bear.

Safe from the wind and rain,

Warm in my soft bed. I am growing.

​Even during sleep.

So here I am at night

Sitting in a softly light house

​By myself.

A lamp or two in the main rooms

An overhead light in spreads shadows

​In mine.

The kitchen is dark, but

The light is what I focus on

​While alone.