Touched By Fire

Touched by fire. The radiating warmth counters The dank cool air that succeeds sundown. A dance of yellow and orange Catches my eye. There’s a world of wonder set in those coals. The scent of its consumption Of maple, oak, and other hard woods Fetches a peaceful moment of destruction. The crackling and popping washes away The days accumulated pollution of noise That refused to let go. My senses filled With this violently relaxing event Sets my mind in motion. I can now capture the colorful Visions from my minds eye In my little book of thoughts. ~May ‘21