Fire Haiku
The fire cracks in warmth
The logs burnt white and black
The flames warm my heart
Poem
One sits on a blanket
Reading teen magazines
Three sit at the table
Reading and drinking beer
One sits in a flod out chair
Writing sweet nothings
puoring her heart and soul
out on lifeless blank white pages
with only a pen and her thoughts
Listening to fire crack
And warm her freezing legs
waiting for the little girls
To start to make the smores
Ode to Marshmellows
Little one's like them
Only lightly toasted
Older one's like them
Black and well roasted
But either ways
It's safe to say
The warm white softness
Once you make it there
melts at your tounge
sticking to you hands
and teeth
Where's my toothbrush?
