In the clear mauve sky of a winter evening
Smoke rose from the chimney pot
No wind disturbed it
It was the beacon guiding me
Walking towards home
Up above a sliver of moon
Kept me company in the crisp dwindling light
I knew warmth would welcome me
Table set and a warm dinner waiting
What else can one ask for?
Comforts for a winter night
Start by a roaring fireside
Seated in a cosy armchair
A book in hands
Some baroque music in the background
And the world is encompassed
To a few characters on a page.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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