Winter's Hearth




Amber show emerges from hearth,
summoned images cast faint light.
Resounding chime from mantled clock,
presents the hour on snowy night.
An evening dance to billowed flames,
shadows waver with flickers ebb.
Musical score in embers grate,
arises with smokes spiraled web.




Careen and bow of nightly waltz,
leisurely drift to echoed chime.
Pendulum swings with steady beat-
key winds the measured tempo's time.
Chambered chorus tranquilly roars-
splintered crackle follows on cue.
Ashes from tinder slowly sift-
kindled fire swells in draft of flue.




Tended surge yields comforting warmth-
stoking cinders stifles rooms' chill.
Season wails beyond havens' cloak-
outside rages with winters' spill.
Gusting shower spreads icy sheen-
snow heaps along blustery trail.
Frigid wind flails its chosen path-
refuge shelters against the gale.




Felled timber placed in shallow hold-
bursts into an ignited glow.
Summer shades aligning the wall,
cool when embers shimmer low.
Awakened with the bellows' breeze,
shades erupt in wisped pastel hues.
Fitted stones in tinged sooty black,
stages evenings' warm blazing views


                                                                                        © C.E. Vance


Author's Notes/Comments: 

A moment in thought.

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nightlight1220's picture


Beautiful ambiance!!~peace~



...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


cevance's picture

Thank you, Elizabeth.

Thank you, Elizabeth.

sweetwater's picture

This is truly magical, I can

This is truly magical, I can see the room, hear the snap of the fire, see from the window the moonlit snow, This is true poetry, painting pictures with beautiful words.

cevance's picture

Thank you very much. I'm glad

Thank you very much. I'm glad you enjoyed this handful of words.