A Fireside Verse
(My sympathies to all who are stricken
by the wildfires throughout our nation.)
Mid November afternoon,
The Fire-pit is overfull
With fallen branches
From storms, and collected
Decaying yard entrails.
As I ignite the bonfire,
A cold wind rushes forth
From the North.
It raises the flames
Proclaiming, “My time has begun.”
The shadows flicker
And fan about below
The large hundred year old oaks.
It is as if ghosts have awoken
To watch over the dark season.
I pause to recall what an elder
Lakota Holy Man once said to me,
“Spring and Summers are for experience.
Fall and Winter are for storytelling
And going within.”
~ KDW
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