Ashes

It was

when I was

dust

that

I was

given the

embrace of life,

so I cry

into the wind,

“I can

scarcely

wait

to be

dust again.”

Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XV

Your fingers

are flowing heat,

and I smile

as I wince,

when

the flames

rise

to lick

the back

of my neck

Wordsmith Wednesday: Poem XIX

The thing

about being

tested

by fire

is that

you walk out

with ashes

at your feet

and flames

at your fingertips