You Are Where I Gather – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


At dVerse Linda is hosting the Quadrille (44 words) with an invitation to use the word inglenook, an old term for enclosed fire, a hearth to gather round. dVerse Poets – Quadrille – Inglenook


“Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.” Joan Crawford

You Are where I Gather

Sombre the days
with greying sky
wetting my windows,
mellowing my mood,
Delius drifting upwards like
angel wings of lightness,
floating above the 
warm hearth of gentle glow,
I reach out for you, you are
where I gather soft whispers,
my true inglenook.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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