centering

 

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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Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful love poem!
Bravo!!
2022-01-17


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice.
2022-01-15


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A really lovely and beautifully expressed thought, expressed in a realy fine poem. Bravo!
Allen
2022-01-15


1LFD
There's an art to being understated, true things do not need trumpets to announce their existence, and here is a truthful description.
2022-01-15