Big Mama

Big Mama

Five feet tall skin as smooth as pearls,
she has been toiling since a girl.

Many have come and gone,
now and generations before.

She stood her ground and performed her duty
for sixty-one years,
far, far older than her compeers.

As the yellow,orange and purple leaves
willingly detach themselves from the trees

and slalom among the branches
falling softly to the ground landing everywhere
and a chill nips at the fall air.

When it morphs into a cold crass blast,
She will awaken from her summer slumber.

and exhale her warm toasty breath inside her domain
caressing the bodies of all that abide,
chasing the frosty air outside.

Big mama a sixty-one year old furnace
will perform her duty one more time.