Fire In The Clearing


Fire in the clearing..

Journey’s the thirsty deer alone but never lonely
Dawn erasing shadows
on the speckled back of a hungry wolf’s undoing
A downed limb roars in the night
it’s embers in concert playing hot
and up to the trees; the clearing’s holier than a steeple,
ever bearing witness, granting views on sparkled night falling stars, field mice, and owl’s on the loom
Cackling, crackling knots in rapture, the smoking winds crescendo then spiral above the canopies
An overture forged in lightening and embers; meaningful impressions that capture essence in reflection


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