you are golden
amber glowing
growing falling
everywhere
everywhere
in the air
on the ground
flowing honey-slow
on waves of sound
your love song
is the crackle
of hearth-fire
you pop
and spark
igniting my heart
reminding
you are here
with me in the dark
~cheryl anne maris
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Such beauty and wonder She brings… the only thing missing from our house is a fireplace. But She still speaks through our beloved oak tree 💖✨🙏🌹☘️