17 

There was a fire in the kitchen

Pot roast cooked too long

Caught on fire.

Headed to the back door saw it swing

Shoes clopped down the steps

Out I went.

The sun was low and soft in the sky

Memories faded by

Light gleamed high.

Ancient lullabies sang over head

Not to be disturbed

Echoes danced.

Take back nothing you can’t leave behind

Proceed with caution

Hold on fast.

Back in the kitchen smoke curled up

I took out the roast

Set it down.

Heated alone I turned on the fan

Fumes irrigated

Empty pan.

Warm Autumn tones highlighted the space

Greased linoleum

Squeaky feet.

Dried wells have never sprung so deep now

Hung out on the line

Cotton shirts.

Through the door into the clearing grass

Soft cool blades under

Calloused toes.

Bright white Queen Anne’s lace purple flower

the middle is the

fairy seat.

All around colors lay the valley

Low under the mist

Freshen up.

Gentle petals catch the drops of rain

Drink up til you fill

Nourishment.

Prismatic moisture caught in the webs

Glisten through the light

Reveal self.

Setting fire that will soon hush the sky

Pink circles welcome

Glowing stars.