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Headstall's Reflections - 88. Chapter 88 Pink Fire
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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