Renewal

As the wind howls I dream of the fire ....

the flicker ...

the flame ...

the fragrance ...

captures the essence

of the age,

of the wisdom,

of the tree,

now keeping me warm.

I wonder

what it has seen ...

what it has learned ...

what it knows

that we cannot yet imagine.

Like the tree we too shall flicker, flame, and die.

We will embellish the world with our fragrance ...

and someone too will be left behind to wonder

what it is we have seen ...

what is it we have learned ...

and our memory will keep them warm.

©Inkfeather 2001