By The Fire Poem by Esther Moe

Son of a gun
My work week is done
I am now ready to kick back
And have some fun

Relaxing by the fire on a Friday night
A treat anyone would desire, am I right?
To just sit there and not even speak
To quickly forget about the hectic week

A refreshing bath or shower
Is a prerequisite of course
To release the full effect
Of the evening’s power and force

Watching the flames reaching for space
Illuminating the entire sooty fireplace
Flickering up and down in a blaze
In an uneven, persistent daze

With its brilliant heat warming up your tired feet
Oranges and blues, such gorgeous hues
Under your favorite blanket where you can hide
Makes you forget its cold and wet outside

Listening to the toasty, quiet sizzle
Grateful you’re not out in the miserable drizzle
An inexpensive anxiety buster
Gives everything a delightful luster

I watch it for hours and don’t want it to end
Embers glowing, smoke starting to ascend
There it goes, sparks trying to simply hang on
Until the last crackle and pop is finally all gone