The Web Poetry Corner - J. M. Hallett - The Night the Cabin Burned
The Night the Cabin Burned
by
J. M. Hallett
You see how cold, Skaoi
There upon the snow
Cold eyes, cold heart, cold hands
Icicle spears she throws
Pile on the logs, Loki
As we dream of heat, pile high
That glowing embers fly
And old hooked rugs ignite
Thaw this cabin, tall
Warm us one and all
Glorious flaming warmth
Wall to wall, to wall_
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