Chimney smoke rising up into the cold air
Still warm and careless as young love
Expanding with the first touch of morning wind
Like an Englishman’s old white powdered wig
Prancing along the roof tops without cloths
Caressing the ridge & sloping hips as it goes
With every twirly curl it gradually comes undone
Fading under the eagle’s wings of a rising sun
Yet how we forget the spark that first ignited
While the kindle lay in the ash of a wood stove
As pure potential before its heavenward rove
Our need for warmth a yearning to be united.
By Jason Youngman
November 2018
My photo above is of the Narrows leading into the Harbour of St. John’s, Newfoundland. The village on the left is The Battery and the development on the other side of the narrows is called Fort Amherst. It’s a very scenic place for hiking and taking lovely photos.
Philosopher Muse 
I love this.
Thank you
Jason – That photo is so beautiful. And it adds to the beautiful words of your poem. Both make me want to visit Newfoundland. Thank you so much for sharing. -Jill
Thank you! Check out my photography page above for more awesome images of our Island!
I will definitely do that. Thank you for the suggestion.
This is so lovely ❤
Thank you!
Beautiful photograph and poem. Must be a quiet place, out of reach of the storms, since the buildings stay so close to the water edge.
It is an amazing place to visit in the summer time. Lots of tourists go there as well.
Not so quiet then 🙂
Not really, yet hard as marble stone to find a parking spot. 😉