The fire crackles and roars
As loud as a wild boar
Her flames kiss the night sky
And the sky begins to cry
Rain pours down on the fire
The fire hisses and her smoke became as thin as a wire
Quickly, her flames became smaller
Barely licking the wood and giving it a bright orange color
She reached for more wood, but the rain pushed her back
And she desperately hugged the wet wood with a crack
The fire died out
Smothered by the sky's water spout
Yet a single burning ember
Waited to see the next evening in December
YOU ARE READING
A Moment in Time
PoetryA place to clear my cloudy mind A place to rest my head Where stories and heart bind Better than a lonely bed Or lost in the rain Hope is found Not for one's gain But for the heart's sound Of joy Take a deep breath and relax with this collection of...
