Fire dances within the circle
of this rusty old barrel
Gathered many a folk around her
before, I'm sure
But tonight it's just me
with my cup of chai tea
and the creatures that stir in the night
The sun surrendered early
to the timeless time of the night
the lightless wisdom of Winter's
New Moon dark
save the magic of the stars
and now this wild orange glow
that animates the tall company
of trees that have kept
eucalypt vigil over my stay
Conducting close-knit conversations
underneath and overhead
weaving stories of all kinds
on one sacred loom
Their kin now serving as fuel
for this flame by which I am warmed
Offering elemental inspiration
to gaze, and so to dream
and so to write
By the light of a torch
which keeps much in the dark
Just as it should be.
30th Aug 22
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