That Fire On A Winter Night - Poem by A.J. Ryan
Oh that fire on a winter night...
The hands swish and sway
Up the chimney, but leave behind
The heat of it, caressing
My skin with its fingertips,
Smothering the bitter draught dead.
It's a swarm of warmth,
The light of my night,
Comfort in day of discomfort...
Oh that fire on a winter night.
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