Striking flint
To start a fire
On a windy day
Takes patience
Determination
A fragile tendril
Of smoke
Shield it
Blow gentle
Slow breath
No rush
Feed it tinder
Bit by bit
Good things
Grow slowly
Add the kindling
Little twigs at first
Embers glow
A stick, a bigger stick
Flames rise
Lay on the logs
Bask in the warmth
Of a solid fire
A fire that
Well-tended
Will keep us
Warm
For many
Many
Nights
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