Tuesday, April 7, 2009

burning season

feral shine
turpentine
in the silver night
under heaven's light
she pours

she spills
amongst Adironacks hills
a spark a blaze
smolder then flame, the haze
she adores

it's the burning season
and there is a ban
she never saw no reason
to restrict fire from the man

in a time with no time to fallow
with only rules and laws to follow
to the night the farmers' trust the burn
then when charred the field will churn

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