Wafting up the flue

So much grey
so little silver
snow and deep up on the roof
but fire in the hearth?
Dare we inquire after morsels?
Old we have aplenty
elders but few
Shh who might some of us
barely notice wafting
up the flue
becoming ancestors?

:- Doug.

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