I love to see the old hearth <br />It has always been dear to me <br />Blackened from fire that have been <br />Let go <br />Crimpled leaves from the seasons end <br />Of dying needleless trees <br />Oft in the corner a pine stood proud <br />Lights, tinsel, and precarious strange <br />Sentimental things <br />Hang from strings <br />Outside darkens <br />A ravin fly to roost <br />Tradition walks through a portal <br />In winters tune <br />The blend of a dead season <br />And living presence <br />Waiting in the lonely moment <br />A faint whisper is told <br />Sorrow sleeps <br />Minds wake <br />For Christmas to arrive!<br /><br />Howard Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warming-hearth/
