Written for Sadje’s weekly query:
“What Do You See?”

flames dance high in the stone hearth’s glow,
glow that warms the dark and chilly night
night falls deep as the embers softly burn
burn until the shadows at last take flight
flight of smoke drifts up the chimney wide,
wide bricks of stone hold centuries of heat,
heat that simmers in the iron kettle near,
near the ancient grate where iron and fire meet
meet the quiet solace of a fading spark,
spark that whispers secrets in the cozy room,
room grows heavy with the scent of burning wood
wood that keeps at bay the winter’s creeping gloom

NAR©2026
#WDYS
This is “Our House” by Crosby, Stills & Nash
Everything on The Elephant’s Trunk was created by me, unless otherwise indicated, and may not be used without permission. Thanks for your consideration. NAR©2017-present.
I love your poem Nancy. Is this a loop poem? It creates a beautiful feeling of calm and warmth. Thanks for joining in.
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This is too hot on my 34C day. Wonderful verse and song Nancy
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