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The Hearth and The Iron

i am laid low as
chilly gray clouds
seep into my sky.

the wisps and daunts
of late Autumn are swirling
leaves and ash into vortexes

and children in the fields
seem scarce now, unable to
bear Winter’s harsh breath.

we collide like molecules
underneath the heavy sky,
you and i and those we love

caught up in the whirlwind
and carried away by hollow
wing tips, to far away beaches

and memories of warming words
and soothing juices sliding
inwards, around our hearts.

the hearth and the iron
tools stand ready, warmed
by this Winter’s quickly

approaching flames. coming
in hot and glowing, to melt
these concerns and convince

me to just hunker down for
one more year. to lay low
for just one more Winter.

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6 thoughts on “The Hearth and The Iron

  1. “and memories of warming words
    and soothing juices sliding
    inwards, around our hearts.”
    wonderful visual.
    your poems have really been getting me ready for winter…

  2. i think i might print this out, cut it out, and paste it
    right in front of my face here at my office as a reminder
    most especially the juices sliding inward around my heart.
    thanks for this.

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