In The Hearth Of Our Hearts, Love Is Never Lost

25 Oct


Autumn wind, roaring announcement through

distance trees; a moment of rolling sound before we can see

the last clinging leaves, scatter in colorful confetti to dance at our feet.

Winter is coming, in celebration of the bereaved.


We remember those souls

buried below the frost; those we loved and those we lost.

Yes, let us leave the seasons’ past.

Gather the fire wood in our arms, and let us stack


the warmth of memories as we stand fast

embracing what we have, remembering great things

in the glowing, popping sparks, in the hearth

of our hearts, awaiting another spring.


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22 responses to “In The Hearth Of Our Hearts, Love Is Never Lost

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    October 25, 2015 at 11:54 am

    It’s that time of the year..first we visit the dead and put flowers on their graves, and then we go back and spend the time with friends at the fireplace… excellent choice.


  2. thotpurge

    October 25, 2015 at 12:43 pm

    A celebration of warm memories…nicely done.


  3. Sherry Marr

    October 25, 2015 at 2:44 pm

    Well, you had me at the title, as one needs to believe that, somehow. Smiles. This is beautifully written, my friend…..pile high the wood for warm winter fires! What will befall us before another spring?


  4. whimsygizmo

    October 25, 2015 at 2:56 pm

    Just beautiful.


  5. Miss Stacy

    October 25, 2015 at 3:15 pm

    this is lovely. i always enjoy the change of seasons. 🙂


  6. gailatthefarm

    October 25, 2015 at 4:11 pm

    I have only read your work before but today I listened after your kind comment. Oh, my, what I’ve been missing. The poems are good but the life you add makes them outstanding!


  7. Gillena Cox

    October 25, 2015 at 4:21 pm

    luv you seasonal transition with easy anticipations and contentment

    have a happy Sunday, thanks for dropping in at my Sunday Lime

    much love…


  8. Mama Zen

    October 25, 2015 at 5:29 pm

    What a beautiful poem!


  9. humbird

    October 25, 2015 at 5:36 pm

    Melancholic temper here, yet encouraging light transition between the seasons…


  10. Donna@Living From Happiness

    October 25, 2015 at 5:44 pm

    You have once again brought tears to my eyes…such beautiful images in this winter of bereavement….but we do have those warm memories to sustain us until spring… have outdone yourself again! Fabulous….


  11. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade)

    October 25, 2015 at 6:42 pm

    Yes indeed! Beautifully said.


  12. Truedessa

    October 25, 2015 at 7:54 pm

    Remembering those buried below the frost…yes, it is so sad to see them go..beautifully written..


  13. Mary

    October 25, 2015 at 9:23 pm

    Warm memories are nice to hold onto on a cool autumn night.


  14. Kora-Leah Meet Faust Wilson

    October 25, 2015 at 10:38 pm

    because we all heal via time and move on through zig zag roads.


  15. kaykuala h

    October 25, 2015 at 10:40 pm

    the warmth of memories as we stand fast
    embracing what we have, remembering great things

    Memories of our loved ones linger on irrespective of seasons’ change or years that progress with time! Very true ZQ



  16. Jim

    October 26, 2015 at 1:20 am

    I’d like to spend some of my winter evenings by the fire watching the bursting sparks. Literally or metaphorically or both. Nice thoughts throughout, R.K


  17. dsnake1

    October 26, 2015 at 7:32 am

    amazing poem, enjoyed it for the warm imagery and the great internal rhymes. great stuff! 🙂


  18. Jae Rose

    October 26, 2015 at 8:53 am

    It certainly is good to remember and respect – but still we must try and find comfort in the moment and the future..


  19. 1sojournal

    October 26, 2015 at 12:22 pm

    This puts me in mind of John Denver’s “Poems and Prayers and Promises”. There is warmth and satisfaction in remembering,



  20. Kerry O'Connor

    October 26, 2015 at 12:34 pm

    There is something almost Yeatsian in this contemplation of season’s change. I enjoyed your reading very much.

    Winter is coming, in celebration of the bereaved.

    Well done.


  21. Susan

    October 26, 2015 at 7:09 pm

    “Winter is coming, in celebration of the bereaved.” This is a new idea about winter for me that I will not soon forget. By poem’s end, the stacking of the wood gives a sense of satisfaction that the memorial is also done and done well..


  22. Loredana Donovan

    October 28, 2015 at 9:03 pm

    Beautiful! So sweet. I love the title, too 🙂



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