Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 152 Color/Warmth
When I was young, my grandmother had an old wood burning stove that she would use to heat the kitchen and make meals. She would get up early on cold winter mornings to stir the ashes and rekindle the fire. Once started, it would only take a few minutes for grandma and the fire to bring the house back to life.
Ash colored embers
Stoked deep in smoldering warmth
Gave our morning life