1/24/11

A winter fire in the dark,

Emerging from a fledgling spark,

The shadows parted by it’s glow,

As grappling tendrils gently grow,

And so emerge as brilliant blooms,

Which blossom on all they consume,

And feed with childlike, frenzied glee,

Releasing heat and energy.

Before it’s brilliance, stagnant drafts,

Retreat and scurry off like rats,

As from it’s core, a maelstrom storms,

Which flies, and terrifies, and warms.

And in it’s hiss and crackle sings,

The start and ending of all things,

It’s raging blaze so radiant,

Immortal, yet impermanent.

So now, in this chill, empty, room,

So dim and cold, I pray that soon,

A winter fire will ignite,

To burn, and urge my hand to write