Fire

The light of the sun

Shines on our faces

In the campfire round

With the dark of night

That signifies not death or an end

But life and growth

Of love and contentedness

Frigid air, as only the dead

Of winter

Can wrap people in,

Coils around our blankets

As our blankets clothe us

It fights with claws

To find a way in

But the warmth of laughter

Burns it away

Sunlight trapped

In the combustion of wood

And if blankets and laughter

Are not enough

To ward off the weather

We have each other

God-given warmth

From a fire burning within

To reach out and cloak

With gentleness and compassion

Those here

Around the blaze

The stars wink,

With happiness of an onlooker

At what they see

Under a midnight veil

The intertwining limbs

Tree branches

Roots never to be ungrounded

Leaves sprouting from an unfathomable sustenance.