It may be cold and gloomy outside today, <br />but it is warm and bright this old house. <br />A clear cool stream flows over rocks and leveling off, <br />and then I melted into. <br />Blades of grass I rolled over scenting green, <br />and well being, and melting into. <br />Dear Oak tree! I lay me down beside you, <br />sensing your rough beards on my face, <br />and into you I melted. <br />Black dirt that I rolled in my hands, squeezing <br />the dough through my toes, and I melted. <br />Sitting by the fireside, amber flares in glory: <br />a dream of a fading flame that hadn’t extinguished yet <br /> <br />By <br />Almedia Knight-Oliver <br />November 23,2013<br /><br />Almedia Knight Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lit-my-fire/
