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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

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Paul Callus

Date: 11/26/2017 1:46:00 PM

With lovely imagery you have offered, Kristina! Being alone in the company of burning embers can sometimes be beneficial for meditation and inspiration. Regards // paul

Kristina Whitmore
Date: 11/26/2017 6:19:00 PM

I find that in the evening the sound and life of a fire is very inspirational on cold nights. Thank you Paul for taking the time to read and comment!

Ricky Muse

Date: 11/18/2017 1:38:00 AM

Girl if you don't stop making me jealous. "Unless I see the life as voiceless company." Great line. Thanks so much for sharing.........peace!

Kristina Whitmore
Date: 11/18/2017 2:38:00 AM

:-) Jealous?? Of me? That is flattering of you to say. Appreciate the comment and taking the time to read this one. It turned out well even if my fingertips were chilly while outside absorbing the fiery inspiration. Thanks Rich!

Kristina Whitmore
Date: 11/18/2017 2:38:00 AM