Dwindling light on damp autumn days where the sun rests
behind pitch & windswept skylines,
we warm bodies by
the fire,
rub our
cold
hands,
touch
flames
that rise
from logs, bounce
off bricks, curl on grates;
brothers, sisters & I roll-up
arms & legs on elephant pajamas itching limbs,
wiping witch hazel on dry skin, the medicinal
herb easing tenderness, lifting
dark spots, allowing
us to stand,
shuffle
near
the
hearth
stretch
stress free
without pain
feeling powerful
as the trumpeting mastodons
dancing across every inch of our cotton PJs.
