The irony of existence

In muck grows the rose,
whence pain gives prose.
From darkness shines bright
the wonder of a light
bearing explosive brilliance.

The fallen tree gives
space wherein blossom lives.
From roots buried deep
the nutrients seep
bearing vibrant dalliance.

Arganil fires – Parrozelos, Monte Frio

long weekend of fire watching and evacuation of friend’s goats

Howling and hailing, screeching and wailing;
She goes into the night.

Rolling and ranting, sweating and panting;
She wakes with a fright.

Weeping and waiting, anticipating;
She rises with the light.

Caring and caressing, kissing and blessing;
She shines out bright.