Winter Cabin
A Winter Cabin
Dying embers smolder,
Adding to winter’s bane,
A blinding winter sun,
A broken window pane.
Snow covers the ground,
Wispy as a new cloud,
Thick blankets of white,
A blurred frozen shroud.
My breath bellows white,
Log walls meet cold floor,
My dawn world abstracted,
Light spears through the door.
The blackened fireplace,
Drifting to a cold end,
I stoke the glowing embers,
And life roars back again.
Copyright © Thomas Bruce | Year Posted 2023
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