It is good to come back to a bonfire at night,

After smouldering all of the day;

To go out in the dusk, relinquish the fight,

To burn all annoyance away.


To breathe in the woodsmoke, stare deep at the flame;

Through amber then scarlet then white;

And think upon times past  no one can claim,

Be they hewn out of darkness or light.


Then turn face-aglow from embers soon spent,

Be enveloped by household cover;

But savour the musky anointing of smoke,

Which clings like the scent of a lover.





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