The full moon rises over snow-capped mountains on
His cold light of sparkling fresh snow reflects
breathless silence of a cold winter night awaits us
dogs paws crunch in deep snow
We come to the hearth
Expect heat
clamp finger light a match
The flames licking timidly
We come closer
Finally, we feel the warmth of the flames consume
the wood
Ancient memories are awakened, we connect with people who seek the warmth of the fire, now in the past and in the future
Life well
0 comments:
Post a Comment