It cut through the fog
the ever distant yellow glow.

Hints of red, dancing
between the corruscating beams of amber.

Resplendent light, so warm
and inviting,
surely had never been seen
like this before.

That light which broke through
the thickness of fog and tree
met my worn and tired face.
Filling each crease and fold with
a sense of exuberance.

The yellows & reds danced
joyously and how,
oh how I wondered
about their home.

Which surely must be
a hearth below a mantle.