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By The FireplaceSmiles, warmth, laughter and joy Are heard by the fireplace From a little girl and boy. Wood branches crackling, stories told Soothing cups of spiced tea, allow us to Overlook the bitter frost and cold. Gold and orange light up the living room Fragrant scents of pine fill the air And dreams start to bloom. Wind is heard blowing through the trees. A delightful sound Made by a slow traveling breeze. Darkness peaks through the window from the cold of night Noticing that we are about to dance and sing To the pleasure of fire's generous light. Logs will be gathered for a new day Memories cherished and plans Made for a longer stay … By the fireplace. Julie Pisacane © 2005 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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