Woodsmoke by Benjamin David

Early morning floating rising

Sifting misty cloud above

Swirling bending drifting dying

Scent of pine, of oak, of love.

Daylight fading light surrenders

Cozy silver-tongued embrace

Earthy stillness warm and tender

Kiss her snowflake-covered face.

Tinkling bows of gold and silver

Misty sparks of christmas night

Ancient ghosts of dreams deliver

Starlight sparkling shimmers bright.

Rushing silver swiftly upward

Borne by winds held by sky

Gift of flames caressing lover

Embers fading, slowly die.

Summers rush of love and laughter

Forgotten now long winters’ night

As before so ever after

Wispy mem’ry taking flight.

Evening glow maroon in autumn

Return again the misty spire

Silhouetted top to bottom

Fainted woodsmoke, gift of fire.

Early morning floating rising

Sifting misty cloud above

Swirling bending drifting dying

Scent of pine, of oak, of love.

Originally published at http://benjiesblog.org on February 8, 2020.