Somewhere under the dry, cracked earth, a match
Is lit, and flame is fanned by August wind,
Setting fire to the roots set deep in hills:
The air is garnet-filtered radiance.
Flickers of bronze and gold and rusty red
Fuse in extravagant pin-pricked grandeur.
This is the fire that births new life, not death.
Memory: the ancient wisdom and wonder
Before innocent expectation green -
Emerges in first light against blue hills.
It is a brief moment of majesty,
The blazing glory of deep-down magic
Stirring to remind the observant soul
To source the echo in the fire.
Is lit, and flame is fanned by August wind,
Setting fire to the roots set deep in hills:
The air is garnet-filtered radiance.
Flickers of bronze and gold and rusty red
Fuse in extravagant pin-pricked grandeur.
This is the fire that births new life, not death.
Memory: the ancient wisdom and wonder
Before innocent expectation green -
Emerges in first light against blue hills.
It is a brief moment of majesty,
The blazing glory of deep-down magic
Stirring to remind the observant soul
To source the echo in the fire.
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