Emberionic

The woodpile come indoors,

all memory of tree cured by chain

saw

and a year's dry stacking.

The orange eye fire

draws the cat close,

closer,

and then back to purring range.

The mid winter night

doesn't quite require heat,

so 

the glow is more for peace of mind.

Away from the hearth,

addicted kids

cut 

into parents sleep.

Stare at the flame from the couch

and hope, like a moth

it

draws their hearts to home.