A smoky sunset tonight
as a slow burn crawls
across the prairie.
A low, sharp-edged blackness,
led by a thin yet capable line of flame,
clears the remains of the year passed.
The scene unfolding before us
brings sounds of wonder from
the two bright minds behind me,
and offers a much-needed reminder
for my own weary mind:
with destruction comes creation,
with death, new life.
there is beauty and becoming in the blackness.
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