One tree is special. One tree’s roots run deeper and branches reach higher than any other. Fire does not work beneath this tree.
In the open, forest animals gather as we toast the sparks in the darkening sky, as we sing to the smoke and call to the spirits with dancing.
The old owl is out. The tall grass sways. A mole insists on tickling my ankle. The wolf king is pleased to meet your big cats. The fireflies are kissing your face as if they just met you.
The moon, resting in the high branches, has even joined us.
I know you don’t like big parties, but I just couldn’t help inviting all my friends. I haven’t seen them in so long. Tonight is a celebration of life, and of returning to life now that you are in mine.
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This is lovely. Oh, gosh, fireflies, how I miss them here in Oregon. In Mississippi they are known as lightning bugs, a name that I consider prettier and more appropriate. Of course, it's good to have a common word for things too. For instance, chiggers are called red bugs down there. Again, it's a better name, but it's not as common as the other word.
Celebrating life is worth a party and a firefly kiss!
Ahhh, I always love when a mole tickles my ankle, even with that cold wet nose they have.
Very Noah's Ark this, all encompassing love for each party goer!
A joyous celebration indeed... I am captivated.
Vivid poetry/prose. I felt as though I was there.
Great stuff
Oh how I delight in firefly kisses. They will be missed this winter.
It was a dance. All the elements coming together in at the curtain call of summer's ballet. Soon the band will change, the stage props will be new. But the audience remains with you at all times.
This reminds me of Scandinavian folklore and mythology. I love it!
thanks for the sugar:)
i like fire bugs, snowbrush.
annie, i originally wrote something like 'summer and autumn have arrived' but i took it out becuz i wondered if lately i have been really telling autumn's tale of coming alive yet again, as he does every year, and falling in love with late summer.
stina, anything you care to recommend for reading? i'm interested.
ah you have captured much of the joy in a abstract way in having someone return to your life...and it doesmake it rather magical...fireflies...nice touch....
Celebrating today I see. One piece of advice from me. Don't take too many firefly kisses, it might upset the misses..haha
Always funny Mr Pat. This is beautiful Ed. I especially like the moon resting in the high branches. Thank you.
Hi thanks for stopping by my blog today. I like the American Indian feel to this post of yours. Of course I would since it's part of my heritage. Well done! I will be following.
ed,
can i come to your party? i want to be kissed by the fireflies. xx
Orgasmic.
Keep celebrating life... And keep writing, it's beautiful.
Keep on celebrating. Lovely piece of writing.
Friends arriving is a start of a new life. I like that very much. Beautiful writing. And picture!! How did you create it?
Lovely, a celebration of life.
lynn, this is a stock image fro shutterstock.com. i wish i could make an image like this.
Who doesn't like big parties with friends? That's just not even right! ;)
I'll take a firefly kiss. It will be my first!
As usual, I love the magical realms where your imagination resides and tells its stories. Wonderful!
"The fireflies are kissing your face as if they just met you."
I think I just fell in love with that line, so much. Wow. Gorgeous, beautiful writing, as always, Ed. You continue to amaze and inspire me and make me grin or tear up, depending on how light or heavy your posts are.
Fabulous post.
Beautiful. And, "Fireflies" by Fleetwood Mac, is one of my favorite songs. ;-)
The images in this piece are incredible! I love the moon resting in the tree branches.
"The old owl is out. The tall grass sways. A mole insists on tickling my ankle. The wolf king is pleased to meet your big cats. The fireflies are kissing your face as if they just met you. "
Beautiful. Never been tickled by a mole, but I now know how it feels. Lightening Bugs abound here in The Deep South, and their kisses are sweet.
Namaste..........cj
can't even get my tenses correct! I still really love, the moon hanging in the high branches, has even joined us:)
I like the celebration of life and love.. this is perfect.
Enjoy the fireflies kissing the face and the moon resting in the high *branches* (edit suggestion*)
Maybe a full moon story the next moon on a full moon *smiles*
Thanks for allowing me to share in the moment Ed. I enjoyed it.
Oh, I like this, and the picture that goes with it is lovely. Very nice. Have a good weekend. Mickie :)
Beautiful. Sigh. I want to live in a world like this, full of wolves and magic. Well, I guess I do, come to think of it!! Love your writing! Wowzers!
Beautiful..I took me back to nights sitting in the woods when I was growing up...just me, the wildlife, and the moon. Thanks for taking me back there with your marvelous words.
*swoon* :)
I love this so much. You have a way with words that touches me deep inside. Very, very beautiful. Thank you for visiting my blog, too. I shall enjoy visiting yours often!
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