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A Torch to Light My Way

The tree is ablaze
in the early morning rays
its smokeless branches
are flames
licking
the soaring blue heavens
which complement
the burnt orange as molten glow
surges upward and outward…
Beckoning.

A cauldron of sizzling beauty
sparking and foaming over
a painless but passionate pyre
igniting the embers within
while flaring brightly;
I proceed with awe.

More than a burning bush
this smoldering
sky high brilliance
is a beacon of possibility
an impulsion toward the future
in an intensely vibrant present.

No soot, fumes or smog:
freshly scented air
and walking on the coals
of red hot leaves underfoot
are the only fall out
of this ephemeral inferno.

Polly Castor
10/21/12