Sitting upon the mantle of on old and dusty fireplace,
made from bright silver shining with unearthly grace.
As a fire burns underneath to give warmth and comfort,
from the storm outside with snow falling upon dirt.

Until only seen a blanketing layer powdery and white,
creating scenery reminiscent of postcards you write.
Sent from a mountainside resort someplace far away,
where life takes on new meaning being able to play.

Feeling like a child which discovers long hidden treasure,
from the time when explorers sailed in search of adventure.
Leaving behind their homes and loved ones for glory,
at the time misunderstood yet becoming part of history.

As tales are told before a fire burning in a brick hearthstone,
with children listening with imaginations fully blown.
Carried by wind within sails bound to a distant island,
setting foot upon exotic shores surrounded by sand.

Miles from the cold wind blowing outside your window,
in which you see a white flurry of endless falling snow.
Though being safe inside where candles flicker bright,
from a candelabra upon a fireplace which brings delight.

© Renopoet