Fireside Fall

By, Cheryl Harwell Bailey

“Can you see the smoke curling up from our chimney tonight?”

“Can you hear the snap, crackle, pop of the pine cones?”

“Can you smell the fragrance of the oakwood fire fill the house?”

“Can you feel the warmth of the fire invade the cold dark room?”

"Well, can you?"

Come see the smoke curling up from our chimney!

Come hear the snap, crackle, pop of the pine cones!

Come smell the fragrance of the oakwood fire fill the house!

Come feel the warmth of the fire invade the cold dark room!

"Well come on!"