"To be holy is to be home..."

Susie Fisher 

This winter I became the fire keeper
at the hearth in the drafty bay windows
facing east.

Though the sun rises earlier now,

there were dark mornings 

where the only light available

came from the previous day's embers.

 

    A ball of newspaper,

    a Christmas letter,

    a heavy sigh,

    and a split oak log 

    from down by the Rivière aux Marais.

 

A recipe of sorts, for a flame.

 

How "strange to have the earth burning

within the domesticity of the home."

 

 

Nikon D3100, 50mm