Praying for Fire
Well they call them Scotch Pines
But do they pine for scotch?
I know I do…
Things have changed
They are stringy and beaten
Though somehow yet defiant
In amber as I still am
Yet as am I
Stands on a ridge in the weather
Shaking fists raised…
Asks for more, begs for more
Cries out, “Is that all?”
To the wonder of winds
Ripping at our roots
Glowing, at least knowing
That my fruits have gotten away
Whispering and withering
And praying for fire
As seeds sown in flames
Can become giants
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Enjoyed the reading and would like to wish you a Happy New Year!
Rachael 🙂
Thank you, Rachael 🙂
All my best to you and your pen in the new year!
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This has legs – definitely has legs
It’s been percolating so long, that it finally grew some! lol
Thank you Ben, Happy New Year, my friend…
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defiant trees – right up my alley
Happy New Year to you!
Something keeps them alive and well, while all else lies broken from ice and wind….
Happy New Year, Sarah!!!
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I’t amazing what grows out of a forest fire isn’t it.
There’s a special drama to this.
It was a particularly gorgeous afternoon, I was alone on the Mountain and the muse dropped three gems in my lap, in the space of perhaps an hour.
Drama indeed, pulse pounding, ink flowing from leaks I didn’t know I had…..
Smiles
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THIS SCREAMS OF & FOR LIFE..LOVELY DEEP WRITE
I want one bad…
But my kids are on their way, that’s all I need, Irene.
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