In our little hovel cabin
the only things of beauty
are the fire, and the warmth it gives,
and the corresponding glow
in our faces, from the fire’s heat
and the day’s work, and the comfort
that we have with each other

And a few good books,
and some words of hope,
and the darkness,
once we’ve gone to bed,
and the quiet, deep enough
to hear a heartbeat.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 9, 2021