An ode to fire

Sparks soar into the silent air

Of a clear winter night

Then float gently back down,

Settling into damp grass.

The light lingers for a second, then dims, sizzles out.

Little puffs of smoke rise from the green.

Animated but lifeless,

The tips of the flames dance hypnotically

Though there is no wind to blow them.

Pale yellows and oranges

Mimic the sunset just hours before.

At the heart lays a cool clear blue,

The color of tropical oceans.

Stunning, but potentially lethal.

Then the brightness is muted

And in death, the gorgeous glow

Is otherworldly.

Embers flicker, pulsating like a heart

On its last beats.