Do You Remember Our Fires?

Do you remember our fires?

The days we set fields alight,
fed embers to forests,
sent cities to smoulder,

how sweet kindling whispered
to each hungry blaze,
bloomed to flames of fervour?

Do you remember those days?

It’s February. Powdered snow
settles to thickness overnight,
sedates country, suburbs, all alike.

Time is young, ruthless,
and before you know it,
you’re snowed in,

digging for the ashes beneath.
Your smarting hands against the cold.