On a cold December evening

An exquisite log fire crackled in the inglenook;
marmalade orange flame
and epoch of memories lit the otherwise dark
and dreary living room—
I am intrigued,
for a poem begs to be read on his beckoning lips:
of woods, quiet wars and feral seas.




Photo credits: Fabian Perez, 1967 | Embrace series, Pinterest

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Posted for Quadrille #118 @ dVerse Poets Pub