Cold Fire
Cold Fire
Cold night
The sky is ablaze
While I sit trapped
In apathy and weary bones
Hoping for the spring and the light
I will survive the blues and reds at dusk
The days go by and I dream along
It’s the brief cold fire of sunset
That promises renewal
Passion and grace
Butterfly dances
Muse singing
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Awe… you are getting anxious for Spring, no? This is beautiful.
How wonderful to see hope of something new. Even when we feel trapped or apathetic, we can be thankful for the fiery sunsets in our lives that give us hope, and lets us dream. Beautiful image.