December 16, 2016 by phicks2012
I had my first fire of the season the other day, inaugurating my fireplace with a very nice blaze that only smoked up the room just “a little” right at first, and warmed it right up afterwards. I love fires (wildfires being a notable exception). Flames are hypnotic and calming to watch, they warm the area round-about, and the sound of crackling flames is soothing as well. Okay, maybe fire doesn’t rival running or falling water as tranquilizing, but it does have the whole “warming thing” going for it, and kicking back in a comfy chair or bundling up on a couch in front of an active hearth is pretty damn relaxing.
So here’s a hastily penned tribute, of sorts, and I hope some of you like it!
Upon the hearth the oaken timbers lain
Await the kindling touch of eager flame,
And blaze to life, unbowed to Winter’s reign,
And leap with billowed smoke the sky to claim.
With crimson heat, all amber-tongued and fair
The hungry flames devouring arise,
Consuming, swift, the branches, lying there,
And claiming boughs we offer as their prize.
The harbingers of warmth rush forth to chase
Away the stubborn touch of bitter cold,
So that the Winter wears a milder face,
And visages are bathed in red and gold.
And we from Winter pardoned, for a while
Draw near, and cherish well its eager worth,
For we shall comfort take, and wear a smile
As long as flames arise upon the hearth.
[11 November A.S. LI, 2016]