Flames burn to red embers
on the kitchen hearth.
In the entry,
rooster dazzles
as he swaggers,
rusty plumage
sparkling emerald and ruby.

Even when fire tapers,
tea warms lips.
Rain on tin roof rattles;
knee balances mug
between sips.

When the storm disperses,
all eyes on rooster
as he darts back out.
In dimming light
the only jewel now shining:
red coal on the hearth.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s