It has turned wintry,
After such a warm spring day.
We warm ourselves by
A makeshift fire as talk turns
To the hoped for end
Of this rather dismal, and
Rather depressing,
Prolonged lockdown period.
At least, it is good
To be among Nature and
Experience the
Full force of the elements.
Bright red- orange flames,
Buttressed by ferocious winds,
Frolic under this
Surreal moonlight. They seem to
Leap like mad dancers
As they confront frozen air!
Ordinarily,
We do not notice Nature's
Sheer vitality
In these glassy modern times.
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