Gathering in the Ashes......
With the heel of a stick of wood that too
will burn brightly
Flaring into a smouldering of
contemplation and then into an infernal
light of reflection
I gather in the ashes........
And in the cool of a summers eve
I taste the warmth of smoke and
And move a little in a circle as the smoke
like so many memories
I gather in the ashes.........
And too.... in the new dawn where the smallest
amounts of ashe await my
Yes and the new day promises
a golden sun
I gather in the ashes.......