March 4
2022
Digital Drawing
Firelight
The first flame of fall,
I eagerly wait for that night:
wood-stove’s first light.
It’s soul lifting, much like
a summer camp fire
lighting up a Maine lake and rocky shore
The first flames of a Vermont fall
usher in winter just late enough
past frosts are almost forgotten
It is a joyous event
like Raclette
fireside in a Swiss Alp
after a solid day of spring skiing
It is the antithesis to war
The first flame of fall,
I eagerly wait for that night:
wood-stove’s first light.
It’s soul lifting, much like
a summer camp fire
lighting up a Maine lake and rocky shore
The first flames of a Vermont fall
usher in winter just late enough
past frosts are almost forgotten
It is a joyous event
like Raclette
fireside in a Swiss Alp
after a solid day of spring skiing
It is the antithesis to war
All images copyright caroline tavelli-abar •.