Warming Myself Beside An Old Wood Stove My Wife And I Bought Cheap From The Family Of A Former Student Of Mine

Warming Myself Beside An Old Wood Stove My

Wife And I Bought Cheap From The Family Of A

Former Student Of Mine

It's not that I ever really

taught her anything;

I only sat beside her,

prodding, blowing carefully

on what I'd found

already glowing

until I could back away...

I am becoming too warm,

and will soon have to move to the

other side of my windows

where the snow is

falling again,

where I can look back through

at this spot beside my fire,

breathe in the cold night

and gain a new perspective

on warmth

Some time ago,

she had to remove herself

and set fresh tracks

in new snow;

she only looked back once or twice before

moving on to search for dry

kindling.