The first bonfire of the year,
Memory from near and long ago
Of moments spent beneath the twinkling stars
Come carried on the scent of burning wood
The flickering light plays picture slides
In its warm embracing glow
The crackle and snap reminds
Of laughter and kind words
Of moments left behind
The spreading warmth creates
A warm and comforting embrace
Only pleasant thoughts are found here
As the moon shines high above
It is a little bit of magic
Found within this circle of brick
Giving a moment of pause
To brighten even the very
Very darkest of nights.
