A Flame in the Night~

Oh, little fire,

Little friend in the dark,

When e're I am lonely, you are at my command

With the single strike of a spark.

Your warm glow pulses,

Your crimson flames dance,

You are my refuge,

My comfort, my chance.

Elusive flickering fingers,

On a cold winter's night-

You are there to warm me:

My hope and guiding light.

You illustrate a swarm of fireflies,

With an upward shower of sparks;

You lick up any substance,

Dry leaves, twigs, and barks.

Promise me you'll never leave,

But guard me always through the night,

A caster of ghostly shadows,

Always strong, and ever bright.

© Hannah Scarlett 2011

When Day is Done~

A warm fire to sit at,

My faithful rocker: an old friend;

Glowing candlelight to read by,

The late-night comforts at day's end.

A cup of hot tea in my hand,

A cushion to my back,

A softly breathing cat curled at my feet,

Tonight there is nothing I lack.

Across the room,

A bed ready-made,

My head dares to nod,

And the fire starts to fade.

The day's cares gone,

My slumber at hand,

I crawl into bed,

 Slipping into a dream-filled land...

For the sun has retired,

And the moon now glows;

I will presently rest my head,

'til morning once more shows.

© Hannah Scarlett 2011