Shawn L. Bird

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poem- it’s raining May 6, 2020

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 1:25 pm
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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.

 

 

10 Responses to “poem- it’s raining”

  1. jackcollier7 Says:

    Log burning stoves are the best 💖

  2. Jim Stewart Says:

    Ha! There is nothing like wood heat.

  3. Devon Brock Says:

    “hassock” – yes – not “ottoman”

    D

  4. Beautifully written. Brings a very calm and wonderful image to mind.

  5. Mothers are like that! 😀

  6. 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?

  7. The Eclectic Contrarian Says:

    Not bad!!


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