Nor’Easter’

There’s no place
I’d rather be
During a nor’easter’s blow
Than beside a fire
With the sapwood glow.
With the lantern quivering,
The wind whistling,
The sleet snapping at the panes
When the lake is frothing
And the whitecaps
Surging,
Smashing,
Crashing,
Ebbing
And running
With the
Sounds being lost
As the smoke form the stack
Is tossed
Away from the raging sea…
There is just no other place
I’d rather be.