I haven't seen you around for awhile. I hope you are well and happy. This poem starts out stressing in all kinds of ways. Unsettled feelings while driving down the road. Trepidation is thick in the gripping of the steering wheel. Then memories gentle and warm are remebered. I like these lines best:

woodsmoke on the evening air
redolent of home and hearth
filled with promised warmth

and somewhere someone's curled safe,
relaxed, at peace,
staring into flickering captured flames
the way we did on cool spring nights
a thousand centuries ago,

and I smile,
caught in wonder once again.

I have no suggestions, just appreciation for the work.
always, Cat

The imagery and texture is rich and the primal comfort of smelling a hearthfire come through clearly. The only thing I wonder about is the inconsistency of talking about the smell of hydrocarbons then the fresh night..............stan PS how have you been?

Pay attention to the road before you find yourself
Paying more tothe good hands people. Lmfao

Oma real note: I have been there remember things of the past while driving by myself.
Enjoyed this write

Eddie
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