Perfect Peace

 

The warmth of the evening fire

Flickering orange and yellow tongues beneath the hearth

the primitive in the modern setting.

 Outside the glow of midnight stars

Sparkling frost on winter pavements

Serenading the dreams of a thousand sleepers

Settling in rythmns on the cold glass

The orange glow of a cut glass tumbler

of single malt

catching the lights in the christmas tree

and just for a moment

I find perfect peace.

 

Published

in East Midlands  poets Anthology 2005 Anchor Books