THE FIREPLACE...

An open fireplace is an invitation to linger awhile...
Nothing appeases the Soul after a weary day
Like the tranquility of sitting sipping a drink
And gazing in a mesmerized stupor at the
Flickering variations of flame dancing
In the shadows of burning Apple, Cedar or
Cherry wood...
Memories of lost loves--grief and heartaches
Or of bills and presents not yet bought
All fade in the crackling fire...
They savour the moment and linger contently
Sanity and soul renewed,
If only until the flickering ashes, the
Only blatant reminders of reality...
Summons them back to the NOW....