Transitory

I made a fire with practiced care

Storebought logs in the lovely old brick fireplace

My tribe in all floors of this Victorian monstrosity

And my old dog comes in leans on me

I feel like she remembers when it was just us

And a piney fire in the woods

Was all there was in our world

Advertisements

Say stuff

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: