Quiet nights
And the midnight stray dogs that bark
The scent of burning wood
Clay pots and runny rice
On a stove made of fine earth
I’m wearing my favorite cotton dress
And peeking out the open window railings
While the cool breeze touches my face
Unlocking my heart
There’s the lingering scent from grandma’s cooking
And a search for a lover in the dark
Samasya Tapasya 
Beautiful. You set the mood so well.
🙂 thank you
One of my favorite poems of yours and that stove is so beautiful…
ahh thank you 🙂 That is my grandma’s ancient stove, and I absolutely love that thing