The blissful babble of
this winter stream
makes for a warm heart
on a cold day,
a granny 
waving from her woodsy cottage
along a forest way.

She bends your ear
over a bowl of hot soup.

Tell her about your day.

She is river.
She is love.
There is no fear in water.
There is no hate in blood. 

"Come again" she says
as you turn and walk away.
"I'll always be right here.
You know you are welcome to stay."

                -- Kirk Merlin