I still see her ghost.
She's at the woodstove cooking and baking.
Perfumes still roam the air.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Thick wool blankets bitter winds
We fed the woodstove with dried cedar
I remember happy times together
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I long for the place I used to be
That felt like home, serenity
Where colored skies hugged the hill
Beauty from God's pail did spill
Where cozy woodstove fires burned,
while snowflakes fell outside
Wildlife friends didn't want to hide
The seasons brought gifts abound
I remember every sight and sound
Now, I long to return...
to a place I lost, for where I yearn
Heidi Sands
8/9/25
It was a stepping-stone,
ten and half years, but a stepping-stone
A woodstove burning on the hill
Distant mountains seen through bare trees
A place of laughter and many tears
Accidents, achievements, love and loss
Flowers and wildlife so wild, but tame
Quietness that settled the soul
Bird songs that brought a yearning to dance
Sunrises and sunsets seen through the windows
A timeframe in life, that will live in my heart
A stepping-stone to here, with pieces from there
Now, a new illuminating place, filled with grace
Heidi Sands
4/8/25
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the woodstove burning
has the teapot singing
rocking chair swaying
Heidi Sands
12/26/23
5-7-5 syllables
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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, even woodstove too!
Delightful surprises are shining everywhere.
All of them shining from gifts made with care!
Heidi Sands
11/29/22
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 I prefer winter and woodstove
I feel like I’m in a fog, like I could cry
Dreams of being in a cool ocean cove
The heat wave has lasted a while here
It’s been a tough summer in many ways
I know others struggle lately everywhere
As we try to hold onto hope these days
A lot of effort to survive and get by
Holding onto faith, love and light
Remember, you are not alone
When there’s an aura like the dark of night
Heidi Sands
7/24/22
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 chance
To show off their colors and bring hope
Smiles, freedom and laughter in sight
Birds all around are taking flight
Nature brings relief and scenery to cope
Heidi Sands
5/4/22
December dreams wake the soul and mind
Rosy cheeks and snow covered hills
Songs, laughter and bells ring
The lights and gatherings bring thrills
Cozy celebrations have special food
Love ignites like the woodstove fire
Kisses melt under the mistletoe
Where December dreams inspire
Heidi Sands
11/30/21
Placed 2nd in the November or December Quatrain poetry contest.
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 on a show
As the cold wind blew, I watched all the trees dance
The warmth from the woodstove, merged with sunlight
Writing slowed down to a sleepy, calm, inside
A Nuthatch caught my attention upside-down after flight
It seemed my muse had found a refuge to hide
So many distractions, I questioned my writing spot
As the world outside, kept with skipping on by
Yet, the things to write about, surely were a lot
So, I went back to the paper and let my pen fly
Here it all is, observations from inside-out
From warmth to the cold, to the living all around
From stillness to movement, silence to a shout
Writing can be magical from anything that’s found
11/23/21
Entry For the “W” New Poems Poetry Contest. Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Writing
I am grateful for my home on the hill in the mountains
Where I can see the beauty of this creation far and wide
Sunrises and sunsets, with wildlife all around
Peace and quiet surrounds me in this special place
A roof over my head and warmth from a woodstove
There is so much comfort and so very much to see
I thank God for leading me here, as it took a long while
But, I cannot ask for more in my place to live
And every memory each day it gives. I am blessed.
Heidi Sands
11/24/21
As winter waits around the corner,
Some dread the darkened days
But, I don’t forget the sparkling snow
That glistens in the winter sunshine
The flakes that come twirling down,
Fluttering through the winter air
The clear icicles hanging like crystals
Most of all, the special quiet stillness
Of new fallen snow, peace is all around
There is so much in winter to be found
The sunrises and sunsets cast the rays
Between the bare standing winter trees
Spreading light across the white snow
It’s almost blinding, but truly awakening
There’s something about woodstove warmth
Not cocoa, coffee and crockpot dinners
Somehow, inside becomes more comforting
Especially through the long, bitter cold days
I welcome the winter blessings on the way
No other season offers this kind of display
Heidi Sands
10/31/21
my small pumpkin light
sits smiling on the woodstove
spreading smiles tonight
Heidi Sands
10/5/21
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 home, I hide
Like at an ocean, a hidden cove
Information builds, fast and furious
My mind takes it all in
The good, the evil, the sin
Still, facts, have me curious
I worry about people every day
I worry about our country
As I watch it fall, no where to flee
These times are rough, what can I say
Heidi Sands
10/3/21
Winter wind returns
Once again, the cold air churns
Inside the woodstove fire burns
Winter can be long
Holding onto a bird’s song,
Helps stay uplifting and strong
Ice lays where tears wept
From icicles, cold has kept
Hanging through the night I slept
Morning is now bright
Sun enhancing all the white
Encircling me with light
Heidi Sands
2/8/21
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