The Enchanting Grate
From the earth, to
the hearth
The sculptured sod
does render
A peaty scent, to
present
The cold to warmth
surrender
Of mind and state, to
relate
The evening tales fermenting
The rage assuaged,
passion gauged
Day to night
consenting
The embers glow,
amidst the flow
Of drifting thoughts
and muses
Wrapped within its
gifted hue
The dreaming mind
peruses
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