Chewing on consciousness
by a roaring fire,
with a hearth of hope to catch
stray embers of light,
& yearning for old soul
inner peace,
Wrapping my inner child
in the softest blankets-
Blankets and pillows woven of
fluffy hope, joy, and faith,
as blue
snow
falls
softly
outside
in the dying light of yesterday,
and the crackling vinyl plays
the wholeness of holiday carols-
to ring in the season of healing.
Gretchen Leary (McIntire) 