I Could Spy the Hearth Roar
i could spy the hearth roar through the panes
it was lively and crackled and spat
showers of sparks and piercing tongues
intense oranges and bright yellows
clashed and flickered against one another
i could make out ivy vines curled around the frames
evergreen branches and gold objects adorning the sill
bathing in the warm light and the heat
together acting as a mellow border for the blaze behind the glass
as your shiny windows locked with mine i thought to myself
from my seat across the room
if eyes really are the windows to the soul
then i'd love to grace the front step
