Halcyon days 2016 issue 3

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Playing Reeds By Fabrice Poussin It will only be a few flakes, it always is so, which will melt, in the blink of an eye, through the open door. The fire rages in the hearth, crackling and flashing in the semi darkness of a room we all know only when Winter says, “no more work!” Reed collected from Fall days, now fashioned into the baskets, which soon will adorn each mantle, in every room and many nations. Skin is cracked from the bitter cold without gloves, blood trickles as the year comes to an end, unforgiving to the one who works the land, yet comforting as it provides the peace of snowy days. Only a few flakes will tease our noses red, but the air we breathe does not know, and the sun setting so soon does not care; it will be time to rest again soon. The hearth will treasure the heat of the logs freshly cut, under the light natural, the cotton blanket and a heavy book of old. He will have another sip of his comfort drink, close his eyes, and rock on the steady bench, rub his sore fingers, a nightly ritual dear, and smile as he winks to the soul of a happy day. The basket giggles in its making, large, strong, a shape of his liking, made for two hearts to find comfort, next to the other, smaller for the little ones. The streams whisper as they come to a halt, night crawls even behind the light; he says not a word, and takes in a breath, cozy from the cider he too brewed. Now to the deep and dark Heavens he looks, the hands of time softly lift him, to let his head rest on a goose pillow, sweet dreams daddy, sweet dreams. © DSL - stock.adobe.com

Fabrice Poussin teaches Fr ench and English. Author of novels and poetry, his writing has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, Eskimo Pie, The Chimes, Cerebration, Dead King, Secrets and Dreams, and will appear in other magazines throughout 2016. His photography has been published in Kestrel, The Front Porch Review, Foliate Oak Magazine, the San Pedro River magazine, and more than three dozens of other publications. Halcyon Days - 2016 Issue 3

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