Can Ye Feel So Now?

I nonchalantly slide
the white-bright ember
from the fire and
watch it for a while.
It shines an
ever-reddening hue,
holding its glow while
I muse.
But unfocused stare
ignores its spectrum slip
to ruby-blood.
A chill,
from somewhere,
rouses me from
drowsy nod.
I quickly rise and
thrust the ember
to the fire,
before its light
goes out completely.
    Steve Dunn Hanson