warmth

a faint glow in the distance:
the farmers are burning the brush again
to extend their fields.
in time there will be much work to do:
rocks to pick, crops to plant, harvests to gather.
but right now there is only
a flare on the far horizon;
smoky orange against the blue of twilight.

a fire, a calm deep sky.
this is my heart:
so long i was a cold dark forest.
one spark from you
and now i am ablaze with light.