It’s warm here
faces illuminated by fire
             sharp snaps
    conversations are held tightly to the chest
words swelling behind loving arms
     offered only to the pyre.

To celebrate in orange, red and blue
             you must sacrifice the simple things;
the wood doesn’t know its potential
             until put to heat,
                           only then is it released
                                        unfurled.

In time it may turn to ash and embers
                  but those embers will keep through the night.
Keep them close until dawn’s light breaks,
             to be reminded.