Fires burn all night,
it's been so long,
since we've all seen one another,
As dancing flames lick the air,
pulling an all nighter,
a willing sacrifice,
is offered,
to the heating God,
a Soapstone fireplace,
made locally,
In her lovely sturdy black cast iron,
she's rugged that baby,
cooking everything perfectly,
in the kitchen,
& heating everything else in the house,
to perfection too,
Warmed hearts beat,
A single tear falls,
as we survived the day,
a load off my mind,
some relief from the grind,
Again,
I'm soooo,
satiated,
from my,
middle Eastern dinner,
sharing the love,
& the brilliant composition,
WOW I hear -
A-mazing chef, truly,
Ahhhh t'was nothing really,
but thank ya,
emmm...
roasted root veggies,
prepared,
with a lovely maple glaze,
spicy and sweet,
but really such a filling treat,
A cherry glazed ham,
arugula, herb & green salad,
homemade oat rolls with fresh Vermont butter,
melted,
Yum,
I'm a piece of Vermont,
my capable hands,
handed down to me,
making Wintry
M A G I C
in your kitchen,
cuz' I'm just a guest tonight,
in this house anyway,
The twinkle lights in the room,
look just like dragonflies to me,
gold and orange shining,
so glad they stopped in,
everyone,
all day,
Good people,
good food,
good times,
GREAT memories,
It must be 80 degrees in here,
I'm roasting in this place,
As a lone candle is left flickering,
into a small mountain of wax,
as it is dripping down the side,
permanently changing the mantel,
My alter,
just for you,
is adorned with crystals & stones,
as I hold a crucifix & bones,
I pray another day like this,
folded hands don't lie,
early till late,
finally a reprieve,
I try to believe,
As tired grateful hands and bellies,
my "fandamnly"
are all in jammies,
& tucked in tight,
love you all I say goodnight,
sweeeet dreams sweet poets,
All in flannel and the like
as our boots & mitts dry out,
A busy fire,
is doing so much,
a fan is whirring,
all are,
resting so peacefully,
a mother's true joy,
a lover, & a friend,
on whom you can depend,
I love you all so very much,
I miss you too,
I'm watching that beautiful man sleep,
and snore so low,
watch him breathe again,
I say please don't go,
As the heavy wet snow,
blankets these Green mountains,
covering my world tonight,
it cleans the sins of the day,
& yesterday,
wash us clean,
in that pure white,
Low music,
is playing,
into the still,
it was left on,
I remember it all with you,
& I probably always will,
cheers my love,
wherever you are,
so very very far above,
My head is down on a soft pillow,
warm sheets and blankets,
As I set to see you again,
in my dreams,
Gently closing my eyelids,
you bid me adieu,
again I'm reminded,
reminded of you,
Yup,
pulling an all nighter with your memory again,
As I,
just,
d
r
i
f
t
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Cherie Nolan © 2016
This is the truth. ❤ picture of fire on page.
