Monday, April 6, 2009

A Hearth in Storm-time



All the pretense
brushed aside.

Comfort—
life itself—
reduced
to a good fire,

A warm hearth,

And a loved dog
stretched
tummy-to-blaze.

Snoring.

5 comments:

Miz Minka said...

The simple things in life: a fire on a stormy day, and a faithful canine companion enjoying it with you. Now there's contentment.

The Hermit said...

I guess things really haven't changed a lot since we lived in caves. The simple things are the best.

Carteach0 said...

Good. Just plain good.

Anonymous said...

Watch your fire safety, those newspapers are pretty close to the stove. A stray spark when it is open could smoulder and become a problem.

Rio Arriba said...

Thanks all.

I was wondering when someone would mention the papers. The way my glass doors are hinged there is no way that a spark could reach them. But thanks for thinking 'bout me!