Fire

At the center of fire is the inferno.   It’s the culling of life.  The disintegration of the whole into fragments of spiraling black charcoal flakes of carbon—devoid of life-giving nourishing water and cellulose.   The curling into itself, the drying of all the other elements, fire takes, remakes and deposits its diminutive remains unceremoniously upon the newly charred earth.

Yet in its profile, is a spark of energy that stimulates regeneration of yellow sweet clover fields, alfalfa pastures, Ponderosa pine and hemlock seedlings.  That carbon and heat feed what otherwise remain in wait for that spark that burns like Dante’s inferno and kindles the gathering of human kind around its edges for its indisputable warmth and subsequent survival.

Kat

27 June 2016