Winter afternoon
chill seeping into the bones
breaths of bracing air
scented with woodsmoke
and memory of times past
stirring deep longing
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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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