Fire on the Ice
We watched the sun make fire on the ice
Where last summer placid waves lapped on the shore,
And we ran carefree, barefoot on the beach.
Now still and chill in winter wraps we’ve shivered there.
Our fingers and our toes and noses tingled
And made the fires of home seem doubly nice.
Still, we stood and watched the shadows change,
A winter sunset making fire on the ice.
©2010 Carol Morfitt