The logs now crumbling into ashes once were sentient things ---- Tremulous with life and movement and the beat of wings. . . . The wood that gives its golden fires to light this wintry day --- has worn upon its living limbs the snowy blooms of May.
~ Patience Strong 1945 ~
Aaron and Rylan sit by the fire and soak up the heat on a wintry day.
Lovely poem and picture. Nothing better than sitting by the fire. I plan on doing that on Christmas day.
ReplyDeleteA lovely quote. Sweet picture...sitting by the fire is one of life's simple joys!
ReplyDeleteHmmm...now I must look up this Patience person. Looks as if your family is perfectly content by the fire.
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