We had some pretty awful weather here over sukkos, and a nice warm log fire would have been just the thing… So I decided to bring this out of deep-storage:
Smoke rises in lazy spirals; heat haze and mist maze.
Embers die; last glows spent fast, shadow of the recent past.
Flame fights to stay alight; seized the day then went astray,
So it kicks up and licks the air, but nothing sticks.
Hit and miss as the last soft hiss of stubborn fire as it fails
Flicks its forked tongues, cursed, worsted, now it ails
And sinks, a few more blinks before it drops, stops
And dies, and is no more.