This is my response to Magpie Tales visual prompt #43. Go there to find the responses of other writers.
It is here, before the old doorstone
that you stop, listening for life
simmering behind cold panes.
The heat of hearth eases
through mortar cracks,
melting the cold of snow,
but you stand, still, on the threshold,
unsure of the tendering of welcome.
Wow it is the first step in that is the hardest.
Someone needs the courage of their convictions! Bang on that door and get inside ASAP!
You just know there is something completely delightful in side … tip toe in.
Intriguing! I like this…
Exquisite. I love the way your write, Elaine.
“life simmering behind cold panes” You really do have a way with words that brings me into the photo.