Wood smoke fills my lungs
As the fire is sparked
The Sun settles in the trees
Brushing the sky a burnt pink
Sappy logs crackle
As embers burn and glow
Fire burning, breathing the air
Smoke rising from the wood
Sitting around the pyre
Tales are told
The past relived
Futures foretold
As smoke rises from the wood
Food is roasted over the flames
Cooked until burnt
Sometimes more
When the food is gone
And the wood is but embers
We say farewell
Soon all that remains
Under the stars
Is the glow of embers
And the smell of smoke.
4/5/20
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