Flame

Finely flickering
the flame dances
moving with the breeze
drifts of light smoke
curling into the trees.

Relying on so much
for her own existence
air, fuel and control….
yet very much alive
of her own accord.

The proper balance
a must,
too much of any
and a thing of beauty
can be a thing of destruction
too little
and she reduces to embers
smothers to final ashes.

Lighting the dark,
warming the cold
the flame dances
with the right combination
lively and full
she strikes awe
with her powerful display.

Flaring wildly at times
threatening destruction;
alternately, slowly glowing
only an ember,
struggling to continue
raging, volatile, without check
easily reduced to
smoldering coals

The flame is resilient
her needs simple
yet absolute;
needing fuel and air…
Needing tending,
with the proper measure
she will flourish

© 1999 Moonfyre