Cooler nights in tune
With wood smoke perfume…
Gone is our stove
And treasure trove,
Of wood to warm up the room.
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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!
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Still on cooler nights to smell
Fireplaces burning well…
Bittersweet joy
Splitter is unemployed,
Odor of security in the dell!
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–Jonathan Caswell
(Outside wood furnace image from www.nachi.org)
