Winter Fire
They live as a glimpse of Winter fire,
we feel their heat in the coldest and darkest times,
a burning light of flensing flame intense,
we don’t always understand,
turning our eyes from the glare of soul;
in their waning embers we huddle,
fleeing the ice of life,
until they are but ash and memory...
But we remember the vision in black forests,
that which was revealed by their flames,
a world only seen by the inferno of their pyre,
as we turn from the blaze,
to warm within what the face cannot perceive,
the fury in the raging heart of Winter’s children,
and in remembrance,
they keep us alive;
until the end of freezing time...
©David Nickle Read 2015
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