Fire in Winter
Sweet is the scent of candles
Warm the dance of the flame
Quiet the burn of fire
A flickering long-wave refrain,
Vibrant the heat of the wood stove
A cook fire bound in metal
Warming the hands and building
Snapping as logs settle,
Cold is the light of the stars
Sharp and pale in the sky
With yearning we watch them blaze
And wish with their numbers to fly,
Pale is the morning sunlight
Rich gold in the afternoon
It warms the passing days
And marks time by shadows and moon.
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