The flickering, dreamy firelight, does a sultry dance,
Upon the walls of cozy evening, at autumn's arrival.
The fading sun left its memory, the crackling flames;
And bluebird sings sunshine in lush, scented tropics.
The shadows are in rhythm, with the whirling snow,
On the edge of chill November, flying by my window.
In the joy of swift, vivid seasons, blooms are coming,
For when nature's not singing, it's sweetly humming.
When the dancing flames leave shadows human mood tends to humming rather than singing
This is poem was beautifully written and a joy to read Bravo!
I've been burning brush in the snow. Watching the fire dance in the snowy starlit night has been an enjoyable crackling song!
There is nothing quite like an open fire, The song is as lovely as the dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just lovely! Warm and colorful, imagery heartfelt and delightful. Enjoyed, thank you.