Crisp and crackling
Logs of hickory and oak
Burning in the fireplace
Glowing, spewing sparks
Delighting eye and ear
Gently drawing from the mind
Memories of people, places, happenings
Calming, calming, calming the soul.
Crisp and crackling
The campers’ fire on a moon-lit night
Twigs extended, little white balls of fluff
At their tips
Toasting, roasting, promising
A little bit of pure delight.
Crisp and crackling
The sound of gunshot, a bullet
Whistling through the cold still air
Finding its target
An animal succumbing to its enemy
The hunter, a sportsman?
Or a human succumbing to its enemy
The hunter, an assassin?
Crisp and crackling
The sound of bacon frying in the pan
The wonderful aroma fills the air
It’s Saturday morning, the kids are up
Mom is sleeping. Dad’s the cook.
~ Audrey Wall
