First Place
Home at Last
Walking through the woods
At last on my way home,
The winter wind is blowing
The sea is white with foam.
The fog at last is lifting
It’s been hanging round for days,
The earth is wet and musty
The horizon clearing through the haze.
Thoughts in my head are racing
Of warmth and tender care,
Hot chocolate by the fireside
A warm bed and love to share.
Tendrils of my damp hair
Blow cold across my face,
I walk a little faster
I need to be out of this place.
Soon the gate is visible
The vines silhouetted against the wall,
I really must be careful
Lest I trip and fall.
My heart is beating wildly
As the door is opened wide,
Suddenly before me is the man
Who fills my heart with pride.
The warmth of the room envelopes me
As he holds me in his arms,
Once more I am captivated
By his strong and manly charms.
I am glad this man is home at last
And will be travelling no more,
The warmth of home and fireside brings peace
And I gently close the door.
© Linda J. Vaughan
2008
Second Place
Fireplace
A time when the days are shorter;
Nights are longer.
Sitting by the warmth of the fireplace
My hands cupping a mug of hot chocolate.
The heat of the winter fire
Warms my body nestled in a blanket
As I stare into the flames and travel
Within the depths of my soul.
It's on a cold winter night such as this,
When memories fill my mind of what seems so long ago.
I miss the friendships and family of who have left me,
The emotions are overwhelming.
So on a cold winter night like this,
These emotions and thoughts come back to me,
Like winter they leave cold and freezing impressions.
The blazing fire in front of me takes away the coldness and warms my heart.
On this cold winter night,
I gather around the fire
Where I find solace and comfort
Sitting by the warmth of the fireplace.
© Tdybear4ever
2008
Third Place
Home Within my Heart
Icy raindrops on my face
the wind within my hair
Shadows linger on the path
through thick fog everywhere
The frigid air upon my skin
it chills me to the bone
As I wander through the forest
longing for the warmth of home.
Oh these winter months when days are short
and nights are ever long
When the moon is just a sliver shining
through the mists upon -
The still small silence of the place
that beckons me once more
And I find myself within these woods
knocking at its door.
The arms that welcome me again
and usher me inside
Embrace me with a loving warmth
by the fireside -
Such comfort that I always find
in quiet solitude
Curled up with a book to read
and chocolate, my "soul" food.
And yet beyond the window
I can still hear the rain
The wind that howls within the dark
such things cannot be tamed -
Then when the dreamtide beckons me
embraced within its arms
I'm safe within my special place
and home within my heart.
© Christina
2008
Third Place
A Winter's Dawn
A light mist shimmers
Over the country's land
The chill of a crisp winters dawn
The morning due glistening
The crystal lights flickering
Through the old oak trees
As the dark of night,
Breaks to the morning light
The reflecting colors
Of silver and white
The winter wind carrying the ice
Off the mountain snow
Sending a cold feeling
Right through to your bones
The umbrella ferns bow down low
To the weight of the winters rain
A beautiful beginning to a new day
As I make my way home again
The gentle smell of burning oak
I see the haze from the low lying smoke
Coming from the chimney
Of the old stone fireplace
I make my way
Back through the rain
To walk in the door
And feel the warmth from the fires flame
To sit in my old rocking chair
And listen to the dancing rain
I love the chill of a winters morn
The misty colors of the new dawn
Walking on the meadows grassy lawns
I feel as though I have been reborn
© Tootypup - Susan
2008
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