Dusk silences the world without a sound

Snowcapped houses blend with winter’s ground

Aromas from my kitchen bid me come

Lighted with the warmth of love I’ve found

Tomorrow like a thief comes uninvited

Spins my thoughts awhirl as love unrequited

I embrace this present darkness, not in want

Hidden treasures are waiting to be sighted

dVersepoetspub.com Prompt. Another rubyiat. This time with the (6) senses. Touch, hear, smell, see, taste and kinesthetic ( that which causes us to feel and sense motion). Feedback?