As days grow cold,
Nights grow silent.
Warm summer stars
Now fade to grey.
The wind’s great breath
Bears icy end.
Black rock valued
With gift of life.
Motions slow while
Flames are dancing.
Stillness broken
By crack’ling hearth.
Desolate cold
And frozen to touch.
Beautiful viewed
With glass between.
Sweet, drifting flakes
Of Hallmark’s pride.
Slicing current
Turns sugar sour.
One’s lone escape
Rests package small.
Unflickering flame.
Pureness of heart.
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