Spark
The warmth of the spring sun
caresses my winter chilled skin
reminding me of the cyclical revolution,
the earth beneath my feet in perpetual motion
circling a cauldron of white hot flame.
Without the spark there is no light, no heat, no life.
The force of our seasons is simply fire.
How many cultures have worshiped here?
~~Judi Van Gorder
April 27 Prompt: start a fire