Tracking appearances
In wispy signals
Of smoky firelight
Elders in the trails
Where fathers whisper
Through scents
Grand folk prosper
In the tinge
Of iron on the tongue
They remind us
Of purposes
In our stories
The ones we tell
The one we are
Shadows of burnt logs
Projected behind us
On the canopy of branches
Trunks flicker
Leaves to cinder
Burning our unspent memories
To ash-filled embers
Buoyant in the stars
Just another arching guise
Where spirits linger
On this foggy night
Of brilliance captured

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David DeWolf is the author of Lofty Whims of Grace: An Arcane Journey. He finds poetry to be the perfect avenue for expressing the great mysteries of life. The profound wonders of nature share pure inspiration with him. He thoroughly enjoys wandering in the wilderness, music and writing. As a perpetual student of the spiritual arts, he loves to explore the fields of metaphysics and consciousness. You can learn more about him at or contact him directly at