I read selected poems
of yours
again
late last night

and found myself
transported
back in time

The phrases
that you used
traced memories for me
a vague familiarity
stirred my soul

Oh yes
I knew the scenes
you painted with your pen

A fire
crackling
on a frosty snowy day

I smell the soup pot
bubbling now
with just a hint of mint

The cat's tail
perilously close
to the creaking rocking chair

A slight rattle
from the window
as the wind hums its way
through thick forest

It brings a snugness
and air of comfort
intertwined with my home's grace

I look forward
to my life
once again
when I'm reborn

~ (C) ~
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