Exactly what is it YOU see? Click here for a page I started, titled Earthy Nature, where you will find what I saw.
Ancient Gasoline: a gallon
Decaying wood: a ton piled high
Ten inches of freshly fallen angel white snow
Light winds, perfect for fanning the flames
I love a good burn!
Wrapping cloth soaked in lamp oil around a stick
Standing back, the smoke will be thick
A simple flick of the bic
Flames burst from the pit!
Once the burn is established
Everything collected—useless—and old
Goes on to be turned to flames of gold
That is when
The memories burn!
I stand in dirty snow
Letting forever go
What I once loved
My hands are gloved.
Ashes—far they fly!
A pair of eagles migrate;
gracefully riding thermals.
Robins pick worms from the field;
really are the first birds to wake.
Pileated woodpecker patters on trees;
its call sounds like a monkey in the woods to me.
Dark clouds and southern winds;
rain, not snow, shall fall today.
The dog chews on a found bone;
a deer no longer roams
declares its throne.
Last of the snow-mountains,
Still so high,
Glad winter is over,
I thought I’d be buried alive.