Fire by the Furnace
The last ember, finally quiet the cold now slowly creeps. I shiver as I sit by it, the fire now in ash heaps. It kept me warm not long ago, it shielded me from the frost, from head to heart, down to my toe but its warmth I now have lost. But what is this?! One last POP! one hopeful breath of heat, Alas. Denied, it now must stop. Cold - score one, fire in defeat. Ha ha! But warmth is not yet gone, for most glorious furnace has turned on!
Brittany Salmons 11-22-00
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