Sacred fire

in the demi light of evening

as mist and fog crawl down the sky

to meet the

now soggy snow

some where a hawk screams

its distain for the coming dark

and claims its territory for the morning

deeper in the woods the owls begin to discuss

plans for the evening

and then the last hint of light vanishes

into the looming blackness

and silence descends

and the world

and minds become quiet

and in the dim stillness

the heart ignites

and we are bound

if only for a moment

to the earth

the sky

the denizen of the sky

and those hearts

which flame around us  

sacred fire