The Winter Fire

I was camping.

The wind was cold

As I gathered sticks together.

I lit a fire

And it slowly grew until it was roaring.

The fire was crackling

Like kids walking on crunchy autumn leaves.

I liked being around the fire at night.

I looked up at the sky,

And saw a swirling aurora.

It was almost like it glowed;

Like the stars were dancing about

Colouring the sky with green and red paint.

The fire flickered like the aurora

And kept me warm while I watched the shimmering sky.