Tuesday, December 1, 2009

I Prefer the Sun

I watch your winsome flicker dance
My gaze is drawn into your trance
As I absorb your golden glow
The icy winds of winter blow

You lure the cold spectator near
Home fires burning, warm and dear
Your flames, a cheery, crackling dance
You hypnotize the passing glance

Around a glowing winter hearth
Sweet the memories of our mirth
I keep and cherish every one
But frankly….I prefer the sun

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Janet Martin

So, I needed to 'fire up'
the wood-stove now.
about a month later than
I usually need to.
We had an occasional fire
during November, but on the whole
our November was very 'kind'.

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