Winter afternoon
chill seeping into the bones
breaths of bracing air
scented with woodsmoke
and memory of times past
stirring deep longing
Woodsmoke
lit bits and pieces
Snippets of learning and life
Winter afternoon
chill seeping into the bones
breaths of bracing air
scented with woodsmoke
and memory of times past
stirring deep longing
lit bits and pieces 
Lovely poem and yes to the stirring of deep longing. How lucky to have had the memories and life that hold that potential. And the warmth of a fire.
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Smell is the most evocative of senses…woodsmoke in the bracing air of winter stirs something deep in me, not specific memories, per se, but definitely a poignant longing. I am not sure I can describe it. Maybe for time being consumed…
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