Embers by the fire
darkened snowflakes seeking rest.
A flight on gustless wings
looking to end a futile quest.
Oh.. but the scent of hearth
simmering gently in its shade
where it dances, barely noticed
as the dimming firelights fade.
It warms a hungry mouth,
a memory dancing on his tongue
tasting sharply of a time
when he'd despised being so young
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