Mulled Wine

In the dead of the night
I hear the wind, blowing down
the smell of burning soot
in the chimney breast,
inside our home –
here is a heart shrine,
there is a sacredness in everyone
allowing biology’s voice
an awareness:
to the complexities of human life,
and an over indulgence
in mulled wine.

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6 Replies to “Mulled Wine”

  1. Many thanks wisejourneys, hope you’re having a good holiday, I wish you a creative new year – just read the latest post on your blog, it made me smile!:)

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