warm crackling embers
float like golden fireflies,
drifting through the crisp cold air,
a guiding light through the night.

a glowing, wafting firey haze
slowly filling my vision,
the night sky so dark, so empty,
the fire's warmth protects me.

the campfire we sit around
to warm our frozen hands,
we lock our fingers as we huddle up,
and wait for morn the dawn.

© stele