A blaze to keep out the cold
and to color us so bold
in warm hues of a fast-burning
churning life no longer yearning.
Flickering like windblown leaves
fell long ago from frost-touched trees
whose branches swayed with tiny dancers
skies rained down to give no answers
as their bodies pile high
in hills and drifts I just ask why
they have to be so cold and say
"Dear flickering flames, melt them away."
-Delirio Selenos