afternoon firestove – January 8


afternoon firestove warms

soles, soul, heart and hearth

for reading a book, cat’s

napping, dog snoozing

toesies keeping.


listen to the faint crackle,

read lies and life into the

leaping oranges blues and

hissing waters that bubble

atop the lid.


I warm my hands around the

hot chocolate ceramic and

smile at the snow outside.


iced panes mean only that

heat has vanquished

and all is well

on a winter’s day.


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