The night is dark
and the wolves are hunting
but the fire burns hot
as it illuminates her face.
Her hands find warmth
reaching toward the flame,
but her back is exposed
to the bitter wind.
The fire does not protect her
against the chill of night,
and only when she turns to walk away
does she feel its heat on her neck.
The cold dark has taught her
that a fire only lights one side.
The only way to be safe
is to find a warm home deep in these woods.
Not my usual style, trying out some new stuff