Frost And Fire

Thawing at my frozen fingers

Are the flames licking the night air.

White and yellow, slashing at the black,

Impressing to the eyes what’s not there.

Blink, yet the image remains

Of the fire, of the flame,

The want of warmth, the burning sensation,

The icy winds now tame.

All thoughts of the cold

And the dark now lost

To the heat soaking into the skin

Leaving not an inkling of frost,

Till the light subsides

From white, to yellow, to orange, to red,

Till the embers crumble to ashes

And the night swallows all left unsaid

And the frost envelopes me again,

For the darkness has her claims.

Yet… When I blink…

The fiery image… still remains…

By- Manny D

Written on- 30/12/12