Flames are hot on a cold winters night
Crackling, sizzling, lighting the dark
Trees sway with the brisk breeze
Hawks spring up to take flight.
Heart frozen in sadness, untouched by the flame
Smoke soars in the starlit sky filling it with a grey dismal cloud
Howling wolves off in the distance echo through the endless bark
More brush feeds the fire
Flames rising higher and higher climbing with ease
The wind makes the flames join in an elegant dance
Swaying, winding, interweaving within itself
The fire winds up the trees engulfing in its relentless power
An ashy pile remains still in the morning sun
The dew of a winters storm frosted on the restless leaves
Alas one tiny flame remains, never the less to be done.
I am a 24 year old aspiring author that hopes one day to write a brilliant novel to be published. When not doing school work, I enjoy spending time with my husband and family. They are my biggest supporters and I hope to make them proud!