I am looking for a poem I heard at a poetry reading. I don't know who the author is. I don't even know who read it that night. It was about a woman who was putting wood on the fire as her husband was off to bed. He told her to put oak on the fire because it burned with more heat. She, instead put birch on the fire because it burned with more light and she danced in the firelight.....
Sounds lovely, wish I knew it - hope you find it!
If I do find it, I shall contact you.
Thanks - I'd appreciate that.