Morning Frost
It is the first cold morning
I build a fire in the wood stove
You still in your robe
It is as it was all those years ago
In the house we rented from Stuart
The river below, the goats and chickens to be fed
Building a fire in the wood stove
Listening to Tim Hardin
Making a start of a life together
The first frost is on the ground
And though the sun is low, it is bright
Soon enough it will be another happy October day
For now we have the fire
Coffee for you, tea for me
And memories, I'm writing memories
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Poetry by jim
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Written on 2019-10-12 at 16:15
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