I’m chilled to the bone.
I wish for a wood stove:
that crackle and flash,
heat that sinks in deep,
defines cozy comfort,
makes me want to sleep.
I can hear my mother,
If you’re cold, put on a sweater!
I want a wood stove:
the summer scent on logs,
I want
warm feet on a hassock,
hot cup of tea,
well-written mystery.
Fine, Mother.
I’ll get a sweater, too.
Shawn L. Bird 
Log burning stoves are the best 💖
Ha! There is nothing like wood heat.
“hassock” – yes – not “ottoman”
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🙂 Much smaller and smooshier than an ottoman. A cozier word, I thought.
Beautifully written. Brings a very calm and wonderful image to mind.
Mothers are like that! 😀
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WHO CAN AFFORD A WOODSTOVE…IN A CITY APARTMENT? WHO’S GOING TO CHOP THE WOOD AND CLEAN OUT THE ASHES, HMMM?
lol Definitely a problem in an apartment, I grant you. I do have a most competent chopper and ash cleaner, however. It’s a manly art to provide heat for the family! 🙂
‘Though some women do it and have the muscles for it…not many! 😀
Not bad!!