A Fire Burns
Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read

From the rainy mist and the mossy ground a fire burns,
leaping flames and crimson core,
crackling, reaching, shooting stars.
Purple sparks and red-hot beauty
and a petal of love is birthed.
Rough-edged ideas are ready to fly in the smoky haze.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018
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