Around the Coals

Around the coals decayed
To black, a circle
Of rocks savors
What warmth remains,
What light tests the dark.
The once roaring fire
That charred their rocky sides,
Now a shivering tongue
Coiled in ash.

A faint glow kindles
Off the wind’s whispers.
For a breath
The stony guards smile orange
And their shadows stretch far, far away.

Then crack. Then sizzle.
Then nothing more.
All nights demand
The dark.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s