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 The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-10-12 at 16:15

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
A lovely portrait of a loving relationship in balance with all. Great stuff Jim.
2019-10-18


Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Such a lovely poem well done Jim I love it
2019-10-16


MetaPoetics The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful. A perfect morning moment caught in verse.
2019-10-14



Beautiful poem. Thank you for posting it!
2019-10-13


shells
You build a warming picture of a cold morning with just the right amount of sentiment.
2019-10-13


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done, Jim, sweet but not icky.
2019-10-12