I am Fire Starter
I am a fire starter
She is teeny one minute
A fierce orange enraged tornado a second later
She leans to the east, a reminder it might be too windy to burn today
Her black ashes rise from the pyre
My husband asks, “Is my witch burning?”
I sure am.
Twenty-two Amazon boxes gone in a flash.
The beauty of country living
I watch the ashes rise to the tree tops and dissipate
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