the fire in the night

Sparks shoot to the blackened sky. Billows of smoke rise, thick and black, camouflaged with the night air. flames reach high towards the atmosphere, dancing their joy to the starry heavens, defying gravity but bound to earth on  logs slowly turning to ash and hot shining coals. Little flickers and flashes of flowing light that will turn black by morning as if the coal has absorbed the night inside the charred wood fragments. By morning there will not be any flames to retell the laughter, the joy from the night. Come morning there will be no figures dancing around the roaring bonfire, dancing like wild indians on their last great hunt.

Reviews

[Onlyme]

I really could picture this fire in my mind's eye. Beautiful against the night sky. Dancing like ballet dances. Bewitching and captivating to watch and see. Loved how your description.

[Amada]

I also agree with Dawn 😊😊😊