Fall Fire Poem by suxanne popp

Fall Fire

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In my field, I built a fire today
Dried alder leaves, molding fence posts,
Fagots.
A grain sack filled with orange twine.
Careful armloads of dried thistle
Added to the heap.

Beneath, rocks, grass, and neat dung.
Above, a clear blue sky and circling red-tailed hawk.

The late summer foal was curious
How orange flames could blossom
Into black floating feathers
Blue purple puffs of smoke spiraling
Over her stiff-legged cautious stance
Her plume of chestnut flame flicking
At the excitement
Of sudden heat.

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