Fire

Fire is alive.

It flickers like a thought,

It dances in the breath,

It whispers in voices so warm and soft,

It is a dream.

Fire is changing.

It crackles

it distorts the dark

It makes a woman glow

It dances is whorls and whirls

It twists in blue smoke.

Fire is deadly.

It clogs lungs with soot,

Turns flora black with ash,

Marrs and burns flesh,

And decimates.

Fire is also rebirth.

It is new green, poking out of ash

It is birds singing “all is well”

It is soft footsteps turning ash into food

It is insects buzzing and flitting as they eat

It is creatures returning to start anew.

Fire is fire.

It blazes,

It burns,

It crackles and sizzle.

But it is there,

Glowing bright in dark forests,

in old cold caves,

And warming hearts in hearths.

Fire is life.

Fire is in us all.