Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Camp Fire


The bright protected flames flicker
in the caress of approaching night,
and roar in awe of sudden gusting
awareness of the approaching storm.
Strange shadows dance in symmetry
with the strumming of Mother Earth
and the breathing of our forest friends.
Gather close about to sing and dream,
for these torches will warm our hearts.



At 8:40 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

Your words, faucon, warm our hearts as the fire flickering in the dark.


At 6:23 PM, Blogger Lois said...

I think we have lost much in our lives as gathering around the fire with friends in conversation is a dying art ....
Give me a camping experience ,rugged up and warm ,a wine in the hand and good vibes. In place of "Dinner Parties"
But I must add Faucon, I have never had a dinner party at my home although I have been to one or two many many years ago when protocol demanded it....but now I can please myself hooray....

Lois(Muse of the Sea) 15.9.06

At 9:51 AM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Yep, I agree Lois. This was a great piece to read, as usual;-)

At 11:01 AM, Blogger Lorijayne said...

"....strumming of Mother Earth" I like that phrase.

At 7:41 PM, Blogger Heather Blakey said...

Nothing quite like sitting around the camp fire. A flood of camp fire memories have surfaced today as I read this.

At 7:55 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

Ah, to be sitting around a campfire with lots of friendly conversation. And for added pleasure, roasted donut holes are a must. Yummy!



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