Trumpeter (1990)

ISSN: 0832-6193

Fire

Sheila M. Weaver
Trumpeter

 I am Fire!
 Out of the sky, as lightning
 down to the forest I come
 a tree calls, I strike, I catch
 I grow, rise up to the treetops,
 I burn, I am free!
 I am free! 
 Wind comes, and together
 we dance, we leap.
 we crackle and roar
 down to the ground I skip
 through the debris I run, lightly
 swiftly
 up to the treetops again
 I race gleefully, roaring, sparking,
 billowing, dancing —
 Ho, to be Fire! 
 I am mighty, awesome!
 I am change, and renewal.
 For some, I am death.
 All who can, flee
 but the trees of the forest stand 
 Some give me their lives
 others live, but on their thick bark
 with indelible ink I write,
 Fire was here!
 To some, I bring life —
 to their seed cones, tight-closed
 I alone hold the key 
 Hey! I am Fire!
 Sing sky, sing earth!
 Run, wind! dance flames!
 Roar, leap through the treetops!
 Wake, earth, to change,
 to renewal!
 Ho! I am Fire!