Last year’s circle

Last year’s circle
A Phoenix in splendor
In the embers of her glory
The moment she soared in the dancing flames
Ghost pirates
Spirit ships
Flickering, fleeing smoke.
The tears, chills and rising call of loud belly laughs
The stars were a little brighter

Let the fire burn brighter
And the voices be stronger
May that fire join this one
To those who no longer sit with us
May sing with us in spirit.

In the fleeting fire
The rising voices
And the Phoenix shall rise again.


I wrote this poem around A.S. 40 in response to a Girl Scout tradition I heard about that includes using the ashes from a previous campfire so that it can be remember in the next.