Hearth Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Hearth



Ember in ash, drizzle in fog,
wind whistling through woods,
stones covered in moss,
leaves submerged in mud, beneath frost.

Vapours on blur window glass,
Kid on a bench,
waiting for rain to fall down;
Through hours of cold,
grey clouds passing by.

Impulse roving on wave,
delicate fingers on brown bark,
quiet it is, and numb you're,
like firewood burning in hearth;
Subtle calm, and cinder hollow.

Wednesday, November 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,childhood,compassion,isolation,kashmir,loneliness,love,peace,silence,winter
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Hanan Muzafar

Hanan Muzafar

Model Town Sopore (Kashmir)
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