Little Flames

By Di Katz

Little flames,
Far away,
Have not existed for years to date.
Light so cold
Seems so bold,
At times it wants to do nothing but fold.

Dress in black,
Avoid attack,
They don’t care – they want to get back!
Pick up pace,
Not a race,
Yearning arrival at a clement place.

Almost there,
Blue and fair,
I never thought that for this I would care.
Against a wall,
Curl as a ball,
Eyes are shut – not the hour to fall!

Little flames
Went away;
It’s getting warm, so I’m here to stay.

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