Fireside

By the fire in the night Fireside firelight Feeding air the flaring flames Glowing dimly of amber orange Slowly charring smoke rising up By the fire in the night hearing that slight pop Snapping the licking of the flickering flame Afterglow the yellow to the engulfing of new grain Wood untouched unburnt not yet fueled Creeps along the fire pit Sparking sparingly with the wind Firelight fireside burning brightly as I sit Hearing the wisps of flick to feed a process Creating the base ashes are left Grey to black coals to red The fireside lit night unfolds Embers glare as glow worms in the center pit Watching as the fire consumes what is within Evening with a fire alone solo just me Unless I see the life as voiceless company