I Breeze Through Life Not With Wind

Poem By George BernardBloodyShaw

The red-orange glow of peace;
Reprieve; solace;
Stillness in the shadows
Cast by licking tongues
Wrapped around glowing embers.
Long awaited warmth of the hearth.
Be at ease friends.
The howling wind is all
That besieges us this night.
Take heart, for we are home.

Comments about I Breeze Through Life Not With Wind

The ending is a find 'poetic closure', to use a term from literary criticism. You really bring it home (no pun intended, but there's one UNintended, I admit) .

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