Saturday, January 17, 2009

Poem: Fire

Fire

Fire,
both holy and profane,
lives like love:
warming,
cooking gently,
lighting the night,
burning like hell,
and ever rising
from the ashes,
again, and again.

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The picture was taken two falls ago in a house near Pawlet, VT. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom

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