Our poet Jenna Plewes piles the debris of the old year onto the bonfire, on this frozen morn. Day 761 of the Daily Poems
Bonfire
Inside,
firelight flickers,
logs blaze.
Outside,
the ground is holding its breath
trees are black silhouettes
against a frozen sky.
Birds round as powder puffs
rummage through leaf litter
searching for food,
cattle, motionless
steam like kettles.
Smoke from the bonfire
stung my eyes
as I piled on the debris of the year.
this morning all that remains is ash,
a new year begins.
Jenna Plewes
published in Sarasvati magazine 2010
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