Safe Within

The fireplace is warmed with wood the oven smells of all things good and Mother's all begin to spin making costumes, second skins while flying ghost cry, misunderstood. The howl of wind through withered wood the stalwart stand of fir withstood the comforters crocheted within warm the grand children's spindly shins as Grandma reads Red Riding Hood Pine cones snap, as fired they should and scent the sitting room for good The table's set supper will begin the Wolf rubs his chinny-chin-chin and all is well in Autumn's wood.