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By the Fireplace
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Danny P. Barbare


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In
the
evening
 
lying
on
the
lounge
chair
 
oh
how
the
warmth
of
the
golden
yellow
tongues
 
lick
my
feet
clean
of
winter
 
like
snow
 
the
biting
cold
 
till
once
again
i
have
toes
and
autumn

brown
skin.

© by Danny P. Barbare.
Used with the author’s permission.

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Danny P. Barbare has been writing and publishing poetry for many years. He likes pecan pie, going on long walks, and visiting the mountains and coastal Carolinas. Danny lives in Greenville, South Carolina.

 


Post New Comment:
Eiken:
Danny, love the structure of this poem, it is almost like a haiku or tanka in its beauty.
Posted 01/17/2013 06:41 AM
RICHARD:
Interesting structure. Great wording! Thanks, Danny. Richard
Posted 01/16/2013 10:32 PM


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