Warmth
Sitting in front of the woodstove fire
In the warmth that does inspire
Thoughts like flames, comfort to be
Kept safe from the cold that I flee
Not the beauty of the snow outside
Only cruelty that makes me hide
Long enough to find my inner voice
To speak for those without a choice
Winter falls on many with pain
As icicles drip teardrops like rain
It is the warmth everyone longs for
The stability which allows us to soar
Heidi Sands
12/8/18
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2018
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