Hardly able to breathe and skin tingling
She watches as it creeps forward
Awe filling her very being
Almost as if its unsure of welcome
It begins to glow
Not certain of how open to be
In trailing upward tendrils her escaped breath moving
Small wisps not disturbing the movement
Legs sinking down onto the dry earth
No knowledge of her descent
And closer, brighter it moves
She couldn’t shift if she wanted to
She doesn’t,
Won’t, can’t till it’s ended
Fierce hues spring forth envelope all
Flames licking the trees and they succumb
Grateful or compliant?
Crimson to purple all shades combine
A palette of vibrance alight
Alive
As the sun dies through the trees once more
Ailsa
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