Winter fires ...

This morning Ben came with the logs for winter fires - 

For an hour or so, I stacked the logs - 

Some still had pelts of moss - others were as smooth as bone - 

I pictured twilight woods, woodsmen carrying bright axes - 

I could smell the fragrance of oak and elm - 

A robin watched me from the lichened branches of the apple tree - 

I gathered pine cones from the churchyard - 

Already I saw smoke rising from our chimney - 

I felt the warmth of past summers in the fireplace - 

09.30

Wednesday 28 September 2016

The Old School House

East Stoke 

Dorset