Flames...
The red-orange glow of peace;
Reprieve; solace;
Stillness in the shadows
Cast by licking tongues
Wrapped around glowing embers.
Sanctuary...
Long awaited warmth of the hearth.
Be at ease friends.
The howling wind is all
That besieges us this night.
Take heart, for we are home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The ending is a find 'poetic closure', to use a term from literary criticism. You really bring it home (no pun intended, but there's one UNintended, I admit) .