her winter palette favors browns and grays

the fruit salad of her summer wardrobe away


somber tones reflect nothing of her moods

rather   an old-world practically   if not tradition


the fire lies beneath and within   the hues

merely bank the fire   the heat is there   deep


last evening   as a rare overcast settled upon us

and sent us early to books and music


it came to me that it was her fire and ice 

that made this cowboy house a home


on a cold evening she warmed me

and i had been cold for a very long time


she is the heart of it   and the heat of it   

around which our world   my world   centers






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Written on 2022-01-15 at 13:08

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LacyxDevine The PoetBay support member heart!
So nice...really lovely. What a better world we would have if more people felt this way!

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Esti D-G
Beautiful love poem!

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice.

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A really lovely and beautifully expressed thought, expressed in a realy fine poem. Bravo!

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