Drinking Song

the first slight chill of autumn rain
now curls my fingers and suggests
the coal stove must be fired soon

to warm the center of my house
just as this glass of brandy warms
my heart in the close of afternoon

About the Author: Lance Le Grys lives and works in Dorset, Vermont. His work has appeared most recently inCaveat Lector, The Naugatuck River Review, The Lullwater Review, The Licking River Review, and The Southern Humanities Review.