FOR THE HEARTH
As the birds are to nest-building,
So these maidens clog through trees.
They are the gatherers taking,
What the wind has generously felled.
For warmth is needed as is nest-building.
Faggots bound will they take to hearth.
Winter clouds turn pink in the evening,
Good work so the faces of maidens blush.
Astute their hearts swelled in achieving.
And lively stories be told after dinner,
Family encircled to art of nest-building.
FOR THE HEARTH © gillena cox 2018
Fireblossom Friday : Edward Emerson Simmons
Prompted by Fireblossom to poem a painting from prompts by by Edward Emerson Simmons
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17 May 2017
17 May 2017
...stories 2015
