My favourite part was the first stanza. It almost sounded like the beginning of a nursery rhyme that starts with a glow. As I read on, I realised that I was wrong about that glow. It suddenly came to sound like the opening phrase of a curse, with the fire burning ominously in the background. I know it sounds sinister, but I guess reading this with the light off added to the atmosphere for me.
I also love how you begin with a flame, or the catalyst of it, and end with something that completely outnumbers it by magnitudes of cold. Well thought out. Had I have read this in Winter, I may have frozen. Good stuff :)
I read this poem and reminded a bit of how my parents were when i was a child. It really kinda hit home with me. I like a piece that makes a reader feel that they it is written with them in mind great work!