October 2017
Michael L. Newell
astrangertotheland@yahoo.com
astrangertotheland@yahoo.com
After spending one-third of my life abroad, I have retired to the south-central Oregon coast where I can enjoy rain, lots of rain, my favorite weather condition. I also am permitted the considerable pleasure of walking past river, creek, and forested hills. Having spent decades in arid settings, my current surroundings, with their attendant wildlife, provide deep contentment.
LATE DECEMBER STILL LIFE
Rain tattoos the roof;
wind swirls through bushes
lining the sagging walls
and whistles through cracks
mapping the years of the house
while the hearth fire crackles;
from across the room,
buried deep within her comforter,
she smiles, as he adds logs to the blaze.
Her own fire awaits his return.
LATE DECEMBER STILL LIFE
Rain tattoos the roof;
wind swirls through bushes
lining the sagging walls
and whistles through cracks
mapping the years of the house
while the hearth fire crackles;
from across the room,
buried deep within her comforter,
she smiles, as he adds logs to the blaze.
Her own fire awaits his return.
©2017 Michael L. Newell
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