Fire Fire Fire

It’s cold outside.

23F.

Yesterday was even colder.

10F.

I wish I had a fireplace.

I dream of fires.

Fires of any kind.

They keep you warm in the cold.

And afterward all that’s left is ashes in the winter wind.

This entry was written by Peter, posted on January 30, 2014 at 11:32 am, filed under Poetry, weather and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post. Post a comment or leave a trackback: Trackback URL.

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