Resting By The Fire
Hues of swirling orange flame
Tethered to a bed of glowing red embers
Warms the room safely contained
In a box of steal and glass
As the fire slowly fades away
The hot steal cools and groans
Clink-pa-ping-ta-ting
The cold will soon
Invite itself inside again
But I'll be fast asleep by then
Lullabied by the heavy rains
Beating down upon the metal roof
Soothed by the voice of singing chimes
Moved by the wind
Carrying dreams into my mind
Written By:
Michael K. Englmann
April 26, 2022
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