Best Woodstove Poems

I set up my writing spot in front of the window
Then, I found myself in this ongoing trance
Nature was on stage, it chose to put...

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The Empty Academy Schoolhouse

It stands on a vast green lot,
No trees to shelter it from heavy, gray clouds
on the rolling foothill horizon.
Its thin coat of...

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SONATA FOR CHRISTMAS EVE RAIN

I.	 I sit in my friend’s armchair,
waiting for her to get ready for church.
Pianissimo, the raindrops fall in quick, staccato rhythm...

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The flames in the woodstove dance
Bringing warmth to a cold, rainy day
Mountain weather is up and down this May
Flowers are blooming in sunny days of...

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As I’m snowed in cooking on the woodstove,
I’m doing the dishes, watching through my window
Heavy snow falling and swirling all around
It is mesmerizing to watch,...

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(H)olding a cup
(O)f hot chocolate
(T)oasty warm inside

(C)omforting peace
(H)aving quiet time
(O)n the recliner
(C)overed with an afghan
(O)utside, blustery bouts of snow
(L)iving room woodstove heat is cozy
(A)ll sweet...

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Christmas Day, December 25th –
   she sits alone in living room;
      joyous day for her is but a...

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Hum of the woodstove,
my cat curls in her basket.
Winter sleeps outside....

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Hazy, hot, stagnant heat with cough
Humidity reaching 100 degrees
Waiting for storms to cool off
And also maybe a cool breeze

Resorting on water to get by
I think...

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Funny how winter turned into summer

Funny how winter turned into summer, not really, but it left a chill behind
So fifties in July feels like it...

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The rain returns
I guess, I need more cleansing
Birds have arrived singing
But, the pain still burns

Like the fire in my woodstove
Keeping it warm inside
In my safe...

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Granny, hunched over the woodstove –
I smell fatback frying in cast iron,
Scents of morning in the Blue Ridge Mountains
Along with hazy mists hanging across them,
Parting...

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There once was a house up on that hill. 
Just a stones throw away from the old saw mill. 
It stood so tall, majestic and...

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The curious dormant nature of tools
becoming more than themselves in their quick
and singular way of performing:
Snowshoes making the body's weight a lie
over twenty foot drifts-web-footed
again...

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Chasing rainbows, where will the next one be,?
A suncatcher spreads them in my house for me to see.
They can be found anywhere; floor, wall, ceiling,...

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