smoky trails

tipped orange-gold

twist upward, rosy

spirals of vermillion,

ruby, wine, crimson, violet

shading to amethyst, blue as black

logs smoulder on stone, my hands are grateful.


Etheree form, one of my favorites. Syllable count of one (I started with the title for this poem), and down to 10, usually describing natural phenomena–plants, gardens, scenery, etc–and including as many of the senses as possible. I missed taste in this one. Hmmm…how to taste fire? 

About grannysu

storyteller, writer, poet, gardener, countrywoman
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2 Responses to fire

  1. wvgcj says:

    Love this… colorful and peaceful.

  2. grannysu says:

    Thank you so much. I appreciate the feedback.

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