Alf W

Fading Embers

The fire is fading in the hearth and
Flames are just a glowing mound.
The warmth is fading in the room as
Is the quietening crackling sound.
Soon when we're laying in our bed
The glow will be no more.
The fading embers will be gone
Just like the night before.
Then in the morning we will come
And lay more wood and fuel
All neat and tidy in the grate
And ready for renewal.


  • Accidental Poet

    The fire in the hearth pales to the fire in the heart. Great write Alf.

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