Campfire Poem by Sasha Ioffine

I spread sheets of burning fire
Laid them through a pile of logs
Watched the faces of my loved ones
Bring to life familiar songs

Witnessed stars of different brightness
Crawl the inky dome above
Heard the buzzing of mosquitoes
To my blisters making love

Felt my fingertips a-bathing
In the still October bog
Thought of Winter creeping quickly
And warm glasses of egg-nog

and of drinking it with you
On a cold December night
When the Earth is awfully brutal
To the sun and to the light

But today I do not worry
Do not tear and do not fret
For the fire still keeps burning
And just yesterday we met.