Divine Fire

Your hair breathes like fire

In the autumn wind, holding

The divine pyre within your heart

And all around, you console the season

With your love, you hold. The winds

Blow about and play with Divinity,

As you are home and recharged by

The sun’s rays, your beauty enchants

Mortals for days, so careless, unashamed,

And those eyes that pierce, the same.

We take a fresh breath, breathe the air

Of the countryside, feeding the divine fire

Which like our soul, purifies all we touch,

All we encounter is gold, like the seasons

Trim, all around, Daughter of King Midas

Princess of old, with hair that matches

Divine heart, and purity of soul.

Christopher Baird 2012 ©