Around the fire…

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imagethe fire never quite goes out.

stories reveal themselves,

songs are made up or remembered

spirits are dancing around us.

potatoes are cooked in foil,

hot cocoa sipped

slowly, or not.

embers are red and hot

at the end of sticks.

the heat on our faces,

the smell of fire in our hair and clothes…

the night draws in early

and we stay out in the dark

sat around an autumn fire

trying to hold the warmth of summer back

in our bare hands,

trying to make it stay longer…

tonight feels like a summer night

 even if Samhain is just round the corner,

regardless of the season

The fire never, ever…

quite goes out.

The spirit of my local park…

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he is out and about more often at this time of the year,

especially at dusk.

his face is the stream that runs through the park,

his body is a tree trunk.

he proudly wears leaves as his crown

for he is the king of his own kingdom.

moss runs up along his sides,

his beard is made out of hair and feathers

from the animals who live there.

his eyes are deep and profound,

for they hold the promise of the night.