Striking Flames

Poem by Reyca Mae D Eduarte

What's not to like about winter?

The wind outside may be biting

But the warmth inside will forever be incomparable

When the breeze gets too cold, I tend to seek warmth

Wrapped in blankets and sipping hot coffee

I feel a sense of satisfaction, rubbing my palms together

The fireplace, with its flickering flames

Comforting crackles and flying sparks, Becomes the center of my winter lounge

It’s powerful enough to turn fire into something beautiful

The way the flames dance and flicker is dangerously mesmerizing

The circulating heat lures me in, so I watch

I watch the logs crackle in a roaring blaze

As my thoughts slow down with the feeling of emptiness

As my curiosity peaked, I wondered, what makes the warmth so unique?

The fire is genuinely enigmatic, leaving silvery grays behind

I sit with a sigh, seeing how the fire dies down And I can’t help but feel like I was stolen from The chill creeps up slowly and spreads across my face

The grayness of ashes is like my state of mind

For though I’m in the fireplace, no warmth I can find I find myself seeking the warmth

To burn the greyness in my eyes