Fire's Delight - Poem by Rhonda Davis
The fire burns with the heat of a single warm coal.
It lies against the others, but only gives the warmth that it can.
Against the fire's glowing inferno burning brighter and brighter as the ashes are burnt off from the fuel of the heat.
Transference of energy first cold then moving into heat the swell of the fury once more.
The water of the core is released, as the fire grows higher.
Vapor and steam fills the surrounding air creating an envelope of protection.
As the night moves into the day fading dark to light and light to dark once again the fire's tempest is spent.
The coals glowing with dim redness with the delight of exhaustion.
Waiting to be rebuilt.
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