Reflections on Fire

Magpie Tale 132

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sharp winter beyond
window waits for summer sun
until then fire warms

without bright fire
electric heating shuns the
glinting snow without

two big red cherries
debate with the antique clock
when to light the fire

icicles out; fire in
by hearth chocolate cup
warm hands and warm heart

Sage Dance

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Russian sage fills the air
Flying from blue fuzz
Tickling bunny’s nose
While droning bee buzz
Dripping down long ears
Speaks an invitation

So bunny waits for fairy song
And moonrise through the field
Painting grass with silver wealth
While fairies come out well-heeled

Music mingles in the breeze
Across the silver stage
Bunny bounds in the dance
Through the nighttime age
For the joy of life
And the Russian sage

Two Girls, One Bucket

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Picking up fallen peaches
squirming away from bugs.
I like dog kisses and cat’s fur
against my hands.
Not spider and rolly-polly feet
or ants.
Katie’s never feared a creepy-crawly.
Snatches peaches two or three at once
fills the bucket by the time
I’ve taken two from the ground.
She complains
she did all the work.