New Neighbors
It’s dark. I see the lit porchlight across the street. A glow shines from inside the home. For several years, there were no lights. It seemed no one lived there, but I knew better. The house used to be graced with a family. Then, only the man remained. He seldom came and went. When darkness fell, the house disappeared.
There’s something about
how the light warms the snow, and
how love warms the house.
© Marie Elena Good, 2025
blustery out there
but warm in here with my love
welcoming blizzards
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2022
Trust sweater season
to have warm conversation
and hot chocolate.
© Marie Elena Good, 2022
Steam from the kettle
tells its story of comfort
on my cold window.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2022
One flickering flame
in the window glows, bestows
the best kind of warmth.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018, DAY 13: CANDLES
When fall visits,
we crisscross the trail –
never tiring
of the crunch of crisp leaves
beneath us,
savoring childlike fun.
The brisk, fresh air
invigorates –
motivates us to
ride further,
sometimes pausing
to capture photos
of fall foliage, fields
dotted with orange pumpkin;
orchards with red apples.
Bushed and beaming,
we head home,
cautiously peering
around multi-colored leaf
piles raked to the curb –
some taller
than the cars avoiding them.
Home,
warm and cozy,
fire in the fireplace,
popcorn popping,
already reminiscing,
hoping tomorrow
is more of the same.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
FOR POETIC BLOOMINGS AUTUMNAL POEM-A-DAY CHAPBOOK CHALLENGE, 2018, DAY 9: SOUP
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