The sharpening steel, a winter’s spark.
Slowly but surely, a bright flame illuminates the canopy and,
as the alchemy begins, a myriad of sparks are cast into the starry sky.
A blaze erupts, warmth wrapping around me like a python,
making me blush and blink smoke out of my eyes.
The sun is setting, bathing the landscape in fire and
emphasising my wall of flames.
Silhouetted mysteries grow tall on the ground,
stretching west like ancient druids, blessing the new moon,
Welcoming the Spring Solstice!
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