Little Comforts

Today will be one of those Long Nights. I feel it in my bones.
At times at these, my comforts are the thoughts of -

Bells that jostle, ships that sound horns,
sea spray by the cliffs,
creaking of wooden bridges across brooks,
the groan of the aging grandfather clock,
the whisper of willows,
the spatter of summer showers,
lightning without thunder in the faraway night skies,
green leprechauns and the warmth of my mother’s bosom.

With these comforts, one can rise above cracked hearts and broken promises