Best Poem of Jack Darkwood

Crackling in the hearth
Flames rise higher
Logs snap and pile up
Into ashes and soot

Smoke pipes out the chimney
On a frigid winter day
Until night falls and
The smoke goes away . . .
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Little pinpricks
Floating in arbitrary patterns
Creating a mini light show
A tiny Fourth of July
Many more join
And more after that
The sky is soon illuminated
With yellow and green lights
Not resting until midnight
When they finally drift down
To rest on a blade of grass
Or a fallen . . .
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