Frigid cold splinters the worldDarkness thick as blindness holds
Blankets can't drive steam from breath
Yet, Sleep
Warmth grow rich with the orange glow
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Listening for the words in a quiet corner of the night. The fiction, poetry, and photography of Jason Evans.
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8 comments:
I love it J.
It's a beautiful poem my friend. … Nice, wonderful and very comforting.
Thanx & cheers :)
OH J, BTW, the poem that Arash wrote for your previous post, It's out of this world!
It's about; humans, heaven, earth, judgment day and love.
I hope he'd come back and translate it for you [it’s written in Persian], but he won't, I'll do it.
Cheers :)
Beautiful orange colour in the leaves; a very wintry feel.
Love the contrasting colors! Great!
Farzad, thanks! This poem was inspired this weekend. When we arrive at the cabin in cold weather, it takes quite a while for the wood stove to warm it up. Being in charge of the fire, I'm obsessed about whether it's healthy or not. In the dark, a good fire lights the ceiling with orange light. Seeing that light gives me a sense of comfort now. The picture was taken early the next morning.
Jane and Kelly, the November forest is full of interesting contrasts. Bare trees, blue skies, and browing leaves.
Looks like a beautiful place to stay bundled up inside. Just don't step on any wood splinters:)
jason- This makes me think of walking through a thick layer of fallen leaves on a cold morning, and later warming myself by an old woodstove or fireplace.
nice photo :)
Mermaid, a perfect place for wool blankets.
Jeff, perfect! And the acrid wood smoke hangs in the air.
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