Banking the Fire

The Whirligig #403

Prompt words in red. 

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Hail, rain

and bitter sleet,

not weather fit

for man, nor beast.

 

Do we resign ourselves

to joyless cold,

in heartless days of winter?

 

My one request

that soothes my soul,

the one that sends my fancy

bird-like soaring,

a roaring fire,

with someone dear,

who can bank it for the morning.  

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