more than words poem // winter midnight

hissing flame

sputtering matches flee

from these lifeless ashes

as midnight strikes

hungry tiles beneath

hungry walls surround

digesting warmth

preying upon basic delight

// I strike my match again... //

w h o o s h !

finally all aglow

from whimper to r o a r

 in the hearth 

by these flames I lie

dear silent night

oh raptly waiting  world

Christmas is near

You, Lord, are here

Hope was born
long ago

on a cold Winter's night