Heartwood Publishing

Welcome to Heartwood Publishing

In the heart of the wood
Stands a tall tree
With bark gnarled entrance
Curved and silent, deep in the earth
Roots entwined over the centuries

In the library there sits a chair in olden cloth
With symbol carved in oaken frame, gently old
An open book bound by time, held by hand of expectation
Resting, as each page invites a curiosity
Knowing that the seat of this chair
Is somehow familiar
And its welcome simply an open door