Best Friends Faith Allington We met on Bonfire Nightbefore the seasons turnedtoo likely to ignite. The stars were affixedto the velvet duskwhile flames blossomedon our cheeks. Bright sparks of laughter,the arc of your smile,and dark rich scent of applesrising from the cup. We offered the fireour twigs of hawthorn.I thought we were gold,even knowing Robert Frost’sadmonition—nothing gold can last. But in that night we remainetched in firelight,flickering selves that neverbreak or rust. Faith Allington Continue Reading
