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
Embers flicker, pulsating like a heart
On its last beats.