inglenook ~ a quadrille nonet

my snow shoes crunch on fields of white ice

speed with joy as each breath makes mist

to reach the hearth of hope where

the warmth of your wild heart

stokes fires in mine

and hugs my soul

with old songs

we call



Mindfills of s.s. for

d’Verse’s Linda hosts the quadrille – inglenook

Sadje’s what do you see

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