An open hearth fire with welcoming arms
Beckons one to sit and stare
Looking into the flames and beyond
The blue flame fascinates 
As it frantically oscillates
The warmth womb glow charms.

Resting the feet near the flames
The toes are melting
The time is melting
The hearth is melting
In heat the love of it is there
In the staring the search is there.

Shifting coals burning embers
The smell of burnt wood assumes
That ancients were here and they enjoyed 
Those moments which were barely there
Shifting ash falling from the blue sky
Gives fires a reason for the ultimate why!