lingering
red leaves
flickering like flames
Warmed By The Sight
Storm Brewing
a lid of cold
descends upon
the last of the day’s warmth
More Precious Than Money
we pile up
our quartered logs
to see us through
Morning Light
the sun’s warming glow
breaks through darkness
and into the cold of woods
The Old Dame’s Rock Wall
huddled together
against the cold
warm in company
Fire In The Sky
sunset
glowing like
a warming hearth
My Lady and I
sunshine’s warmth
only residence
is inside the window
Well Matched
unexpected warmth
a shaft of light
the robin’s table set
Assurance
with just
a little warmth
life springs forth
Sun Flower
forsythia’s petal rays
in sunburst bloom
warm the landscape
Three
warmth is found
in the company of friends
Hunger
late february afternoon
everything hungers for light and warmth
so quickly the sun recedes
Provisions
Winter can bring
whatever it must
the woodshed is full.