Thursday, September 1, 2011


As night
Quietly approaches
Friends gather
Circling, expectant
Sudden friction
Brings Light
As match
Touches tinder
Fire tongues
Lick upward
Spreading heat
And flame
While summer
Day departs
Joyous laughter
From Children
Old stories
From Elders
In light
Of fire
All life
Is good
And darkness
Is bejeweled

Ken Goree

No comments:

Post a Comment