The delicate brush of fabric and lace,
Upon the blush of her cold bitten face,
Toasting fire murmurs by the shadowy side,
Doting eyes of children trying to hide,
A welcome pause for moment symbolism right,
Medicine for broken entering from the night,
A breath of words near silent but read with perfect lips,
Asking which chair is made for a visitor to sit,
Elbow held in gentle dance toward the fire slow,
A master's place with ample arm and cushion head to toe,
Smile to share in eye shine captured in the ember,
The memory and ghost of her too painful to remember.
Rowan Blair Colver
Upon the blush of her cold bitten face,
Toasting fire murmurs by the shadowy side,
Doting eyes of children trying to hide,
A welcome pause for moment symbolism right,
Medicine for broken entering from the night,
A breath of words near silent but read with perfect lips,
Asking which chair is made for a visitor to sit,
Elbow held in gentle dance toward the fire slow,
A master's place with ample arm and cushion head to toe,
Smile to share in eye shine captured in the ember,
The memory and ghost of her too painful to remember.
Rowan Blair Colver
