Rainy night, cool breezes.Fall temps keep you inside.
A roaring fire in the hearth,
a loyal dog at your feet.
Sitting in your wing chair,
your cardigan pulled tight.
A book in hand.
A snifter of brandy on the side table.
All is right with the world.
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5 comments:
But where's the man resting his head in your lap? That would be perfect!
Yes it would! So, when you coming up?
That does sound lovely. I miss having a fireplace.
very cool poem, I like that.
Sounds very nice. I would lvoe to curl up with a Man and hold him while looking at a fire.
Ray
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