a fire lit under her like
the vision of air in a cold winter
like wanting to live.

a fire lit around her like
the confidence of safety
like wanting to be alive.

a fire lit
a fire she stokes
a fire bringing heat

to the cold quiver
of circulation that struggles.
CKS

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower