Harvest SpiceA Poem by Hebe
Cinnamon and spice aroma fills the room
the candle flickers through the red crackling glass hews of orange and gold light reflect and absorb me completely, with images and anticipation of pumpkin pie, apple cider and hot chocolate sprinkled with nutmeg....mmmm they fill my senses with coming home, I look at my deep comfy couch and my fluffy throw blanket I light the old stone fireplace that holds sacred memories of good times and feel the warm heat of flickering light on my cheeks I open my door, curious to feel the crisp air time for a walk..... the neighbourhood is all dressed up, lawns sprinkled with orange and yellow leaves, twinkling in the sunset rays, they crunch under my feet, and I feel like a kid again, jumping and kicking without a care! I love the flowering purple mums decorating each doorstep and the smiling scare crow hugging the pumpkins the sun starts to dip it's long arms around me, the leaves are dancing notes to the wind I can hear the kettle whistling my name time to cuddle up to that fireplace with my hot chocolate .....don't you think? © 2016 HebeReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 29, 2016 Last Updated on September 29, 2016 AuthorHebeNJAboutMy passion is dancing Argentine Tango. It takes a minute to fall in love with it and a lifetime to master it. It is elusive & addictive. It is obsessive & blissful. It can take you through a rainb.. more..Writing
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