Honey, I'm home

"A perfect place does not have to be a dream"

The chimney is working hard tonight

Your knock-out curry pot sent me signals

From where I chased the trout all day

While I cast another line with glee

I knew the fire place you’d feed

With those happy logs I chopped last fall

Each and every lover’s creed

Would want a love nest and a wall

To protect the cargo through the storms

And help to defrost and to warm

Through arid seasons of despair

Our mutual souls, in love, we bared.