So starkly cold-please light a fire
And while the candles are glowing
We'll warm up our old icy bones
Watching flakes softly snowing
This is our safe haven
Away from petty issues
We tell the house-
We've been gone too long
We really have missed you.
Thanks to Tess Kincaid for this lovely image
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Nice house warming post...I like the picture after ~
ReplyDeleteVery pleasing text, and you topped it with that second picture.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice to have a place to get away from petty issues.
ReplyDeleteOh good one- I like this, although please hurry and make a fire, Brrrr-
ReplyDeletecold is def the word that comes to mind with the picture...a fire would def warm it quite a bit...and a little more homey...a great place away from concerns....
ReplyDeleteLovely...I have an old cruet set just like yours...
ReplyDeleteAh, to have a warm sanctuary! It's something i feel i need often.
ReplyDeleteI relate to the cold, to the snow, to missing a home that is a refuge. Now I wish I knew whether they were alive or ghosts . . .
ReplyDeleteThank you for visiting my poem "Morning"--your poem is, in its way, much more warm than my cruel sun!
While you are away, you really do miss your home, don't you? I love your poem, Kathe. It is so very warm and inviting. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteI'm a big fan of Andrew Wyeth and I'm becoming an even bigger fan of you poetry.
ReplyDeleteHome is where the heart is. The coldness was just for a while as the warmth of the occupants would make a difference. Nicely done,Kathe!
ReplyDeleteHank
Makes me glad to be home.
ReplyDeletebeautiful....
ReplyDelete... and now you are home.
ReplyDeleteOh, I really love this...mind if I join you?
ReplyDeleteNothing quite like a safe haven, is there?
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Houses like to know when they've been missed...
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Your poem and your own home image lend warmth to Wyeth's painting. I loved your celebration of Home.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathe, i bet this warm house is an outer reflection of your inner state. What was that book about housesby Gaston Bachelard," The Poetics of Space" , i think
ReplyDeleteA safe haven....this is beautiful Kathe! :-)
ReplyDeleteI like what you did with this - and the introduction of a second image.
ReplyDeleteHome is where the heart is and I know very well about coming into a cold house after being away and then being so pleased as it warms up and becomes home again. Well written.
ReplyDeleteYou created a wonderfully cozy image with your words, which perfectly matched the pictures.
ReplyDeleteWonderful warm write. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Yes, and referring to the second image, it is amazing the warmth a few candles bring to a room.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a cabin on Mount Ranier...lovely!
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