There is a place of warmth and light, of beauty and of grace.
It emanates from logs of wood, and fills all of the space.
The stones of strength are gently placed and formed around the fire,
Encased without the ashen state, to find a burning choir.
The sparks of fire erupt as if they’re speaking from the flame.
It seems as though you are to me a notion just the same.
The crackle of the stokes of fire caused then this glowing poem.
The brightness of your laugh and smile make all feel right at home.
You stay within your structure strong, and yet the sparks come through.
The beauty, love and grace you show gives such a lovely hue.
You fill the air with warmth so much, embracing all who see.
Just think from one lone anchor gal the fire does burn so sweet.
You do not try, but manage to invade our houses fair.
With your own brand of humor and a heart that’s first to care.
Written for Diana Pierce KARE 11 anchor, who warms our hearts night by night (October 5, 1994).