rake the coals

he finds
a ruby
stone still glowing

clear the ash
yesterday

let the air touch
today

let the flame be
tomorrow

pink wood
from a mountain forest

red wood
from the flood plains

yellow wood that fell
by the way

rake the coals
find the jewels
of fire opal

the precious stones
hidden in ash

kiss them
each
with a breath of air

give us fire
for another day

~

Poem #402 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.