With a single knock
The door swings open
To endless dust
And moments stolen
She steps inside
Now safe and warm
And firmly protected
From Winter’s storm
She goes to the fire
Now struggling embers
It takes her a moment
Before she remembers
She puts in some kindling
And throws on a log
They refuse to ignite
As the embers devolve
As the cold creeps inside
She looks for a spark
And finds a small matchbox
Hidden off in the dark
She fixes the fire
Then returns to the night
With a hand on the door
She closes it tight
A Life in Poems 