
Fireside...
Well here you have the joys of sitting by a real fire
Enjoy...

Well here you have the joys of sitting by a real fire
Enjoy...
BRICKS SURROUND FIRESIDE FLAMES
WARMLY GLOWING COALS RESTRAINED
SPARK CRACK LOUDLY FILLS OUR SENSES
WOODEN CHARCOALS SMOKING GLARE
REDS BLUE ENTWINED YELLOW WHITE
JUST PAUSING OBSERVE SUCH SIGHTS
BURNING FIRE JOYFULLY DISCERNED
WATCH ENCHANTED SO LOVINGLY NIGHT TIME THROUGH
COLD FREEZING CHILLED BONE DEEP
BEINGS HUNTING SEEKETH COMFORTS
HEAT FLOUTING BOLDLY STREAMING
GENTLE CARESS MELT ICING TOES
CROUCHING BENDING SQUATTED QUIET
SEARCHING WAITING HARK ROARING FIRE
LOUNGED RUGGED PRONE FATIGUED BODY SIGHS
RELIEF FRIGHTEN COOLNESS OLD FLAMES EXPIRE
DYING FINALLY ASHEN EMBERS
BLACKENED GHOSTLY IMAGE FALLS
SOFT DRAFT DRENCHING FATE
FAINTLY SHADOWED FORMLESS LIGHT
DAWNS RESUSCITATION MORNING FRESH
FOMENTS LASTING END NEAR FINAL STATE
DEPART TILL MORROW WISDOMS FLAMES
MEMORIES BRIGHT FADED SOOTHING COLD GONE
Stuart Charles Mackenzie
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