I love fires.
–
One small spark
embers expanding to flames
crickle crackling
the kindling twigs
disintegrating into ash
as the flames catch the logs
resting criss crossed
one atop the other
–
I love the smoke
billowing
from one direction
white rabbit
white rabbit
to the other
moving your chair
around the fire
to catch the heat
radiating from the coals
–
I love finding the perfect stick
the one with the pointed end
able to move the shrinking the sticks
into the perfect position
searching
scouring
the forest floor
for dry logs
not the 5 minute kind
or the all nighter log
but the hour long
leave on the coal
drink a beer
kind of log
–
I love as the pile dwindles
conveniently yawns become more consistent
bed time calls your name.
The flames fade
the embers change
from to red
to orange
to black
–
I hate leaving the fire
but
with the glowing heat
resonating on my clothes
I drift
dreams billowing
through the night
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Such imagery! My favorite lines were:
not the 5 minute kind
or the all nighter log
but the hour long
leave on the coal
drink a beer
kind of log
Now that was an awesome read from the first flicker to the radiating heat of the end. Perfect word placement! You rock!
Thanks Elsie! It feels good being back focused on writing in here.
I love your poetry! I love fires too. I love to wake up to the smell of the morning fire wafting through the woods.
Thank you Pat! There is nothing better than a campfire on a cool summer evening.
Your precise and descriptive wording show your love for fires. Reading this made me excited for summers by the lake.
The white rabbits … what beautiful images. I feel the smoke lingering and “dreams billowing.” You bring back fireside memories.