Windows Past and Present

A warmth leading to Christmas.

A cord of oak draws rhythmic interludes:
White fire riding crests of ember waves.
Sound, bonded to the night has many moods:
Flame-undulating, warm empathic curves.
A frame of lace, deftly walled, cups a torch.
Allegro beat of evening, mixed with light
Illuminates the pumpkin on the porch.
A kind of low and soundly sleeping white
Of dove, brief-feathered in the score of sleep.
The bee's rendition on a satin mound
Attracted to the apple-cider heap.
A rising scroll of meadow, sculpted sound
That perforates like footprints in the snow
The pie-crust holidays that come and go.

Author's Note

A beacon of the holidays.

Reviews

[ice]

Until last year, I burned wood for heat in the winter...
Now I use a pellet stove...The first two lines are awesome.

"A cord of oak draws rhythmic interludes:
White fire riding crests of ember waves."

I burned mostly oak, and a little hickory...I know what a "white fire" is.

"The bee's rendition on a satin mound
Attracted to the apple-cider heap."

Also, very good lines. Though I think the last line is the best.

Nice work, I enjoyed reading it.
ice