Welcome to a new poem from Cathy Ross! The poem is a perfect fit for the late fall. Right now strong winds and rain are splattering the skylight above my desk. The past few evenings, Lorelie and I have reminisced about memorable storms we have experienced over the years.
After a first reading, this poem invites you to read it aloud. We were recently at Cathy’s and David’s for lunch and conversation and she read the poem to us. We are pleased to share this poem with you!
Tim
HEARTH
Cathy Ross
I sit beside a crackling fire
and lean into the blaze.
Outside, North Wind
calls my name, howling
down the chimney.
I remember other winters,
freezing nights when no one
spoke, when even flames
were not enough
to melt ice. Tonight,
wood smoke billows up
like incense from old logs,
fallen timbers becoming
ash. Windows rattle, rain
hits sideways, the lamps
flicker and go out.
You draw me close.
The glowing logs shift
and settle, then explode
in showers of splinter stars.
CREDITS:
Writer: Cathy Ross
Photographer: Sergei Solo (Unsplash), Magda Ehlers (Pexels)
Graphic Designer: Tim Olson
Editors: Lorelie & Tim Olson
NESTER url: https://notesfromanester.com
To read Cathy’s previously published poem, “Town Square” – click here
Thank you, Tim and Lorelie, for the beautiful photos to accompany my poem. They are perfect.
-Cathy