Last Fire of Winter - free verse poem by Kelli Novakowsky

Facing the facade of my fireplace. The logs I fetched burn. My skin would be tan if I were facing the sun. The fire warms me like summer's sun. I observe life differently. I realize burning the logs gives me more time to experience life with pleasure. I lie down, I sit up I roll over, like I did when I was young and I tanned in the sun. I fantasize about a beach, a lover. Thank You fire, whether you are from burning logs or sun.

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