Cooler nights in tune

With wood smoke perfume…

Gone is our stove

And treasure trove,

Of wood to warm up the room.

Electric–efficient, big bucks–

Missing those chain saw cuts…

Warmed you twice–

Chucking ashes then thrice,

We’d go back…no ifs “ands” or buts!

Still on cooler nights to smell

Fireplaces burning well…

Bittersweet joy

Splitter is unemployed,

Odor of security in the dell!

–Jonathan Caswell

(Outside wood furnace image from

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