Clouds. Rain. Creek running. Solid roof and doors

Firewood stacked. Woodstove pumpin'. Food in the pantry

Friends and time spent with them in moments afforded

while walking downtown on these rainy days, as is my habit and preference

To just drop in and say, "Hi!"

Do you wish for more in this Life? Then, may that come to you

In my aging years, I will take the basic simplicity of it

All the while, laying as thick as the cloud banks

that move in from the West, held in it all

The desire for the company of another kindred soul

Many I held, and many moved along their way

Our paths meant only for those moments in that entirety as it was, it seems because that is the way of it

Their exuberant lights of personal self, holding me fast as the bonfire glow

of youthful moments within this forest that still surrounds this place

The relief of finding that woodland gathering

while wandering aimlessly... the anxiety, wondering

the next instance of timbered surroundings and fire-induced celebration

Always, the fire. Always, the flame. Always.

All ways.

- DSeaman/fmx 2014