Fire Dance

The earth around me
is anticipatory and reactionary;
always readying itself, always surrendering.
Preparing for the jewels and necessities
of a coming season,
always responding to the cues the elements give,
the nights begin to cool or warm,
the rains come, the sun shines longer or less;
snows melt away.....leaves bud and they fall.
And this is the hour of tongues of fire and flame,
that dress the trees with drapes of crimson and gold.
When peach and scarlet
lay on each others shoulders
dancing cheek to cheek.
This is the hour of the fire dance display
on the edge of the woods
in the shadows of the magnificent mystery
that we are participating in.

Reviews

[mysticgmekeepr]

hands are magic makers, fingers are wands. If we surrender them along with our heart, they are tools for a higher good. Men, women, children the elderly, animals and the sick made me revere touch. I guess that just about covers everything huh? Lots of teachers.
Touching is a sensual sacrament.
My woods and waters and being submerged in the seasons has been very healing to my soul. Not much ruffles me anymore, and when it does it passes quickly.
I suppose I should cook dinner now huh?

[Ed Hart]

the picture: in the seventies i had a (gentleman's?) farm in the rolling countryside of louisiana, 80 acres, with 20 in woodland...there were several ponds like this, where i would go and sit the day, and disappear

[Ed Hart]

there are few who can rest their hand on the page, and poetry flows as naturally as the seasons