Delta Wood
Their shifting colours are falling,
Fallen debris of summer’s past.
The seasons spin recalling,
In pale light that fails at the last.
Fallen debris of summer’s past,
Withered branches carefully laid.
In pale light that fails at the last,
Let the deadwood of past year fade.
Withered branches carefully laid,
In the womb of the fire’s bed.
Let the deadwood of past year fade.
Orion watching overhead.
In the womb of the fire’s bed.
Takes on new form as leaping tongues
Orion watching overhead,
Indulging as it joyous burns.
Takes on new form as leaping tongues;
They crackle in the crisping night.
Indulging as it joyous burns
Delighting in bright warming light.
They crackle in the crisping night,
As me mories that spark and dance.
Delighting in bright warming light,
A Phoenix reborn to intrance.
As memories that spark and dance,
The seasons spin enthralling.
A Phoenix reborn to intrance.
Their shifting colours are calling.
Copyright Gordon. MacIntyre 24/09/08
(Altered State Challenge)
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