creature comforts on a cold night when
power fails, just fire light. A dragons breathe
Orange blossom bloom, shadows jump
on the blank canvas of a bare wall.
A log tips and falls and sparks rise in a pall
behind smoked glass.
The sound of wind and rain a comfort on a
tin roof, proof of life beyond the glow of
Listen for the wolves howl where no wolf has
stood in six hundred years but would step
tonight whole from a dream of flickering