November fires up on branches.
Tag: transformation
Splintered Offering
Splintered wood crackled and popped.
Warmed Against Knowing
A symbol arises inside and burns its place from memory
Circling Change
Flame touched the sky with licks of worship.
Oblivion Touched
I am fevered of His love.
Victorious Sun
Salt thrown outward— a cast over fire.
Tempered Burn
I drank the oil like a wick, its purity touching my tongue—a tempered burn I welcomed.
Star-Sharp Becoming
I color fire-engine red, ink-well black, and—oh my stars—sharp with light.
Ruby Heat in the Air
The creative heat between your wings, burning up, consuming the air—
Wildlight
The mountain campfire spat and sparkled, needing no ghost stories— with the wild creeping in on soft paws, keen-eyed and glowing.
Flame's Crucible 