my dry bones
wick up fall's humidity—
the brass tea kettle
night of stars
the iron courting candle burns low
fireplace flames
leap orange, red, yellow—
glow of the poker
over the bar—
fireproof tinsel hung
on a velvet dog rug
marshmallows in hot chocolate
a woman turns in her wheelchair
no more rocky road
our thermals and snowshoes
instead of ice cream
