Upstairs writing
Fireplace burning in the family room
The smell of woodsmoke
A game of chess waiting to be played
Books all around waiting to be read
Chairs near the fireplace waiting to be sat on
Soft lighting
Divrei Torah
Hearty food
Warm souls
The Father's birthday
Family gathered 'round below
Their daughter plays guitar
The family sings along
A light smile on my face
absorbing, appreciating, the smells and the sounds
Of a Winter that aint so cold after all
Fireplace burning in the family room
The smell of woodsmoke
A game of chess waiting to be played
Books all around waiting to be read
Chairs near the fireplace waiting to be sat on
Soft lighting
Divrei Torah
Hearty food
Warm souls
The Father's birthday
Family gathered 'round below
Their daughter plays guitar
The family sings along
A light smile on my face
absorbing, appreciating, the smells and the sounds
Of a Winter that aint so cold after all
Stapes, you are so poetic.
ReplyDeleteIt's about time we got some of this style from you...
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