Marshmallows

Draw closer, a global breeze whistles high notes

between layered weaves and hard pressed wool.

Textured and timbred by frost,

troubadors songs hang from leaves

that yet cling to their mothers evergreen

and ease a forest of ears,

stopped by waxing of ageless fears

hardened by a lonely year we won't forget.

Circle this light, catch warmth from embers,

widen your smile as we remember and start

at sharp crack of seasoned wood splitting

sides to yield a flame in this lengthened night.

We, lightly smoked and aged around this hearth,

raise a cup to distant stars and some on Earth

grateful for their glow.