Calefaction

'Blue waits inside a perfect flame

To dismiss the dross,'

http://themirrorobscura.com/2013/07/14/the-mythology-of-blue/

Calefaction

In the heat of midsummer after the flow

of perspiration twice, late afternoon and

early eve due to mowing the lawn

I think of the trees that have fallen due to

storms and once dry, how fine they will

burn - after I’ve used up the majority of

the cord of wood I bought last year

that sits on pallets and cedar planking

Odd to think about that dancing flame

after the heat of the sun has melted

pounds off of my flesh...

And yet, I am inclined and inspired

to dream of a time when I’ll have to don

extra layers, and miss the buzz of bees

and the blinking of the fireflies as well as

be thankful for the lack of mosquitoes

Will I be happy to slosh in from winters slag

just to be able to burn some wood - and

get lost in the perfection of the perfect flame?

On a quiet night, I’ll wait  for the reflection of the

sun within the face of the full moon - in the western

garden, breath in zero degree weather - and attempt

to remember the sound that once filled the now empty

nests tucked in the porches eaves... the hearth calls

I can hear the crackle of consumption as the

wood shifts and embers fall between the grate...

in the heat of midsummer

©JP/davh

    

calefaction; n: 1) the act of heating 2) a heated state