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Headstall's Reflections - 88. Chapter 88 Pink Fire

I thought it was time for a new poem, written after witnessing something special...

Pink Fire

 

 

My pup and I approach the ghostly woods

On this frigid winter’s day

A fog created with each deep breath

As my high boots crunch white crust

The burn of my inhales

Reminding me how limited I am

In the midst of nature’s harshness

 

Late sunlight bathes indiscriminately

And combines with air so crisp and cold

It turns patches of snow

To pink fire

At the bases of the starkly dressed birch ahead

My breath falters at the sight

And I stand in awe of the glittering glow

 

Do my eyes play tricks

At this fleeting moment in time

Marking the glory of the season

In such an unexpected way?

Pink fire… I am afraid to move, lest it fade away

But of course it does, and too soon

Once the sun weakens and moves

 

Yet more beauty is there to behold

While shadows grow and travel

Over a suddenly bluish, rolling landscape

She Who Creates provides

If we choose to notice

Accepting our eyes are a blessing

Beyond the purpose of finding our path

 

For the best works of art

Are not in famous galleries

Though I give due to the Masters

But none outdo the Great Mother

Who sculptures with every element existing

And paints with a limitless palette

On a canvas that has no end

 

It is dark by the time we return to our haven

And I unbundle and welcome the envelope of heat

Clenching and unclenching my extremities

To bring back feeling, but I do not complain

Because later, as I sip my steaming tea

And stroke the tired head on my lap

I envision pink fire, and sigh with contentment

 

 

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Thanks for reading. I've never seen snow that looked like pink fire before, but that is the only way I can describe it. The beauty of nature often lies in its surprises as it ever changes. Cheers!
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Beautiful images you have created in my mind.  I do like this part that reminds us of the limits of humans to capture the entire beauty of nature.

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But none outdo the Great Mother

Who sculptures with every element existing

And paints with a limitless palette

On a canvas that has no end

 

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There are some moments in the woods that words capture better than paint or the lens. You’ve given us such a moment, etched in your memory, and now in ours. Thank you. 

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On 1/15/2023 at 12:44 PM, Albert1434 said:

Damn nice, love these wonderful poems!

Thank you, Albert. Nature gives us gifts each and every day. All we have to do is look. :hug: 

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23 hours ago, dutch woman said:

Wonderful and so visual that I see myself as a spectator.

Such kind words, my friend. I appreciate you saw yourself there. All my walks are special, but this one was exceptional because of pink fire I will likely never see again. Thank you. :hug: 

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14 hours ago, raven1 said:

Beautiful images you have created in my mind.  I do like this part that reminds us of the limits of humans to capture the entire beauty of nature.

 

I hope I never lose my awe for the things around me. Thanks, Terry. :hug: 

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6 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

There are some moments in the woods that words capture better than paint or the lens. You’ve given us such a moment, etched in your memory, and now in ours. Thank you. 

I would have to agree with you about words, Parker. They can provide a unique perspective. Thanks for reading and commenting. :hug: 

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