What is more cheerful
than an open wood fire
on a star-filled night in the forest?
What are the sounds you hear
as the flames consume the wood?
Do you hear pops and crackles
and ticks and snaps?
I hear chirps and twitters
of the ghosts of robins and bluebirds
and sparrows and chickadees
who sang upon those boughs
when they were in blossom last spring.
Oooh, I love this, Cowboy! What a unique way of thinking you have!
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Filled with such deep beauty! .. I love the imagery and feel to this! .. Beautifully breathtaking! .. Definite 5 Stars! ..+++++
Thanks so mush, Rebecca.