when I close my eyes imagine a dragonfly dance flashing wings with colored screens against the ultra early morning sheen glares my vision, it's what lies between the light and dark of this place, and the almost unseen
On an open valley hillside The candle light flickers As they bend to cool winds Thousands of swaying flames Coaxing precious droplets down Hoping to wash in the cool rain the annual fireweed dance ignites blazing growth to the parched valley floor below