Sweet Fire Poem by Melanie Weeks

Fire
It kills and destroys,
Pops and crackles.

We have fire
For warmth,
For play.

Bonefires in the fall,
Long jeans, hoodies, great friends.

Fire consumes the old,
Leaves room for the new.


It devistates, scares and humilitates.
It saves, fascinates, and amazes.

Stories in the flames,
Whispers in the embers.
Smoke that wishes sweet times.

My heart sings
When my nose smells a good wood fire.
Sweet warmth, good friends,
Delicate stories.

It erases the past,
To make room for the future.