Flora, the shades of warmth and welcome,
color our waxing nights with urges for comfort and homey –
Within waits elixirs, the tastes of cocoa well steamed, the spice of cider-ed ripe apples, held in long sleeves.
Near, lies the charring of wood,
as a flame dances in orange routine,
each move a yellowed red pirouette, entrancing.
Come in, within,
like bare trees biding warmly waiting fruit in the lull of crisp winds
clearing Summer’s hooray
to make a time for everything under a waning sun…
Living creates warmth bathed in nature’s rest.
