Autumn Fire

In the early dusk
we fed the flames together,
casting dry leaves, twigs,
pages from magazines
onto the bonfire.
    
Yard cleared, work done,
still we stood,
cold and getting colder,
and if we spoke
that was only
the smallest part
of what we said to each other,
standing there,
side by side,
breathing smoke.

(First published in Main Street Rag)