Fireplace (Poem)

Your rhythmless dance
complementarily contrast
you rhythmical roar.
And your crackling chorus
carefully caresses cochlea.

Her and I’d never think,
as we sip amber-illuminated drink,
to disgrace your drenching glow
with wax nor kerosene flows.
Candles nor lamps rival dawn’s brink.

So, I thank thee, Winter,
because without Old Man’s depravity —
the kind to deny green and radiance,
there’d be no polar present
for me to know what it is to bask in your bone-warming opposite.

From the Soul,
T.S.P.

📕“Fireplace” is a piece from my upcoming published anthology, “Return from the Pale Trail: Gifts to Humanity We’ve Been Taught to Forget.” I’m ecstatic to share this wonderful piece of literature with the family. I hope you all enjoy. Until then, feel free to check out my other published materials.