The fire’s smoke:
so much red-orange tinsel.

Atop the chimney cowl, ravens
warehouse rising heat.

Our walls murmur
yesterday’s conversations.

I received from you one dozen kisses,
so much like pink roses.

copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney


What fascinates me
about fire
is not the licking
yellow-orange flame
but ignition,
the phosphorous
sulfide burst
of a struck match head
or the extremely rare
dry leaf
under a sunbeam
by a dew drop.

copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney