Fire

During the winter, with snow falling softly outside,

Almost every family sits by the fire.

Not a light shines,

Except for the glow of the fire.

It glows a dark red light, around the room,

As it slowly burns the wood away.

The bright red and orange flames,

That goes up through the chimney to the sky.

As the fire slowly starts to dim,

The room begins to darken.   

Comments

Megan Lampard

I wrote this poem because it is how I see my time spent in the winter. For me I would be willing to spend all my time sitting by a fire and not really thinking about the world around me.

Megan Lampard

The last two lines because it is something that always comes.

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