Ashes

Cold ashes swirl in the hearth
Animated by a frigid gust
ghosting through an unlatched door
from the moon-haunted night without
Feeble, they spiral uselessly in a pantomime
of living energy
as if recalling their burning dance
in an ecstasy of warmth and light
Again they fall
to gather on the concrete slab
still—-
and silent
as the heart within the grave

About Jeff Opfer

Jeff is a carpenter and freelance writer born and raised in the Reno area. View all posts by Jeff Opfer

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