Flames Flicker

Wood is picked; from trees dead of life chopped to size, and stacked delight gasoline drenched in a haze the stars are twinkling from above, a match is lit; cleverly so flames can be seen from down the road, drinks are passed around laughter is heard this is where I love to be, drunken thrills beat the cold, the fire is bright; and so is he he holds my hand while I listen to him breathe, fall leaves can be heard; crunching underfoot When everyone arrives, sitting around the bonfire. Fall Flavors Poetry Contest Regina McIntosh Having a Bonfire 10/18/22