Campfire drawing by ©dianegreen 2004
She clung to the fire
The Patchouli oil on a twig
Was a long-lost friend
carried into the stone circle
She grew and danced
embracing the coyote
Until she completely
swallowed him
as he howled in the flames
The brightest fire he had
ever known
But the wind remembered
And the trees bowed in wonder
Of the monarch’s returning
To the one naked tree
Home never being the place
For so many sisters
as this