Pipe Poems intro: The Briar's Glow

The Briar’s Glow
Resting in my smoker’s chair,
Adding fragrance to the air.
Streams of plenty go astray,
Rising upwards in their play.

Sweetened leafs black, gold and brown,
Fade to grey while burning down.
Coaxing flavors drawn from them,
That stuff the end of warden’s stem.

Cadence kept at burning’s pace,
A briar warmed and stress replaced.
Truly blessed of this I know,
To reap rewards of briar’s glow.