Cold hearts are dead hearts…so warm those pumps.
Or, careen through life as frigid frumps.
Cozy your cockles by crackling fire.
Build with logs let go & chopped from ire.
Welcome others with a happy glow…
Even the friends you do not yet know.
Feed them with spoils of sun ripened fruits.
Give them old clothes that no longer suit.
Forgive faults by new casts in your plays.
Warmth can be shown in so many ways.
Welcoming hearths are at your behest.
So, choose which kindly acts you do best.
L.B.Stowe 