The fire crackles,

hisses and spits,

and the flames

spread their

intense flickering heat

across the room,

glowing in and warming

the chill midnight air.

 

I too sit aglow,

with quivering amber skin,

and watch the flames

devour the wood slowly

and spread their warmth

over my body

and my soul.

 

I sit in the silence

of the black night,

with just a hint

of stars through clouds,

and enjoy just

being with the fire

and with the nocturnal stillness,

only broken

from time to time

by the howl of a dog

in the distance

and the occasional

stir of the breeze.

 

16/9/2016