Haiku from the Fireside
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Three pines in the dark
what dancing are they doing
while I watch the flames
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Winter fire burns
but not as hot as your eyes
glow of coaled emeralds
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The logs’ dead ash sits
still as your silent tongue
after heat’s gold horns.
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Born from the fire
spark spirits unnumbered as
the tears birthed from heart
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November 2011
A few snips that surfaced while sitting sleepless in front of the fireplace last night and into the dawn, feet up, alone with a medicinal glass of vinho verde and the flickering shadows. Those who have bothered to count will see that this is obviously intended to be posted for
