A Poem by S’zanne Reynolds

A Poem by S’zanne Reynolds

poem by S'Zanne Reynolds

Flames dance,
embers fly,
raindrops singe,
the campfire cries.
Howls rise up over the wind’s refrain,
A low growl barks,
A pack proclaims.
Children laugh,
Flashlights bob and glow,
Distant tires thunder down the road.
Clouds dash and weep,
A full moon sleeps.
All things creep and grow bolder in the dark.
The night flaps her wings,
Screech goes the wild things.
A low growl barks
In my beating heart.

by S’zanne Reynolds



I work to amplify good wherever I find it. I love color, texture, beauty, great ideas, nature, metaphor, deliciousness, genuine spirituality, and exploring new territory. I encourage authenticity, nurture creativity, champion sustainability, promote peace, and hope to foster a new renaissance where we all are free to be our most fulfilled, multifaceted, and terrific selves. Read more here.


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