The Hostelry’s Log Fire.
Saving warmth and source of welfare:
The Fire.
Crackling golden, spitting, vermillion,
heat effusing, warming chilled bones.
Thawing.
Proximity:
bone
of
contention.
Winter chill without,
creeping insidiously within,
consuming and encroaching forth, like February frost,
in broadcast
whispers
of
Local conversation.
The Newcomer sits
subject of
and
subject to
Hostility.
Strange and
Stranger Hospitality.
Community comfort
inured to
Compassion
sours the beer
- false portent of conviviality -
contravening
convention
the milk
of
human
kindness.
The seasonal
chill
will last
beyond
Spring,
I think.
H. M. Taylor.
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