Gathering twigs scattered throughout the yard, to light a fire, the first of the year. Dead wood that lay, not going to waste, or turn to peat, resuming to earth yet again. No, I’ll take these logs instead, and put them to good use. Fueling the flame, and warming my home. As I take the twigs placing them in the fireplace. Along with a few small logs. Lighting the match, smelling the smoke as it raises up through the chimney. Feeling the radiant warmth of the flame, as it flickers, and dances a blaze. I think I’ll sit here a while, and watch the dancing flame. As it casts a flickering shadow on the wall, and floor.
– Jamie Whorton ©