Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze beyond the window. The outside world is a dream.
Inside, the fireplace is brightly lit, and the Yule log crackles with orange and crimson sparks.
There’s a steaming mug in your hands, warming your fingers.
There’s a friend seated across from you in the cozy chair, warming your heart.
There is mystery unfolding.
Showing posts with label warmth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label warmth. Show all posts
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Sunday, December 05, 2010
Ice and Memory
Ice is most welcome in a cold drink on a hot day.
But in the heart of winter, you want a warm hot mug with your favorite soothing brew to keep the chill away.
When you don’t have anything warm at hand, even a memory can be a small substitute.
Remember a searing look of intimate eyes.
Receive the inner fire.
But in the heart of winter, you want a warm hot mug with your favorite soothing brew to keep the chill away.
When you don’t have anything warm at hand, even a memory can be a small substitute.
Remember a searing look of intimate eyes.
Receive the inner fire.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Darkness and Radiance
The autumn wind blows numbing cold and twilight paints the evening indigo.
The orange carved pumpkin sits on the windowsill, grinning like the moon’s strange cousin, and its teeth are flames.
Don’t be afraid.
You carry our own heat inside you, and it is stronger than anything.
In the closing darkness, radiate the sunflower-golden warmth and put the Jack-o’-Lantern to shame . . .
The orange carved pumpkin sits on the windowsill, grinning like the moon’s strange cousin, and its teeth are flames.
Don’t be afraid.
You carry our own heat inside you, and it is stronger than anything.
In the closing darkness, radiate the sunflower-golden warmth and put the Jack-o’-Lantern to shame . . .
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