Fireside Threads

Found an old coat in the closet

Still smells like woodsmoke and rain Every button holds a winter

I keep patching up again

Strike the match, watch it catch

Something small

can start

to last

We're just kindling, we're just kindling Small enough to hold the flame

Not the fire,

not the ashes

Just the spark before the name We're just kindling,

learning how to burn

Every year I plant the same seeds In the same tired patch

of ground

Waiting on a slow-grown harvest Learning what the waiting's for

Strike the match, watch it catch

Something small can start

to last

Maybe nothing

has to roar

To still be worth reaching for

Maybe small

is its own kind of sure

We're just kindling, we're just kindling Small enough to hold the flame

Not the fire, not the ashes

Just the spark

before the name

We're just kindling, learning how to burn