Fire Lessons

By July 27, 2017 Poem

There must be a lesson here

That logs on fire can simply stop burning

We know the wood is burnable

Because it was burning

Yet, the flames die

The log is covered only in glowing embers

And then little by little

Those embers go from radiant orange to dull to grey

Until the last one is extinguished

And all that is left is the warmth that feels

Like a ghost or a memory

Hovering over ashen wood

Eventually, that goes, too

Leaving wood, charred, ashen

Cold.

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