Blaze

I am so cold that I wonder where the heat could have gone. The fire before me cannot shake the frostbite that clings to my hands. I am blue within as my skin glows from the frost. I am trembling so badly that I must find some heat. I see the blaze rise up in front of me as if to answer my prayers. I can feel the embers kiss my face like a rough lover. I can't throw myself into the fire, but I can focus upon it. I can draw its warmth to me. I have been ill all winter long from the bitter cold that slips into my body. At least, I can wrap the orange and red fingers around me. I no longer feel the cold, and I can sense the essence of spring approach.