WOOD

I have been waiting all year,
for the right weather to appear.
A chance at last, patience withstood
now is the night I can burn my wood .
The stars sparkling crisp in October's air
by the fire and the wood pile I sit in my chair
Gazing up at meteor showers while it crackles n smokes
coaxing the fire with wood and my jab and pokes.
All night long a majestic skyward show
in the morning the embers were still aglow .
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Tag is WIND (as in it is windy)