Fire-light

When I heard this song I had to think of hubby and the spell of eighteen wheels...and then, what makes the rest of us tick... What ignites that 'fire' for you?

When the sun splashes on highways in the color of the dawn

And diesel-fumes come drifting through the window ‘cross the lawn

Darling, I see you shift your glance while a soft half-grin steals

Across your face; your gaze beneath the spell of eighteen wheels…

When greens are giddy with spring glory golfers don their clubs and carts

When May spills in golden laughter gardeners spill seeds and hearts

When thought blooms into breath-pictures artists reach for paint and brush

And the spell of daylight dying draws the dreamer to its hush

When the dust begins a-stirring then the farmer starts to grin

Give a baker flour, sugar, eggs and butter; she will sing

The crack of bats in summer-dusk fills baseball fans with rampant joy

And a mother holds her fullest love in precious little girls and boys

Ocean-waves lure lean, lithe surfers and the gym lures Mr. Buff

They say an archaeologist thrills in scraping stones and stuff

The preacher pounds the pulpit as his fire expounds the Word

The musician strums his guitar; and the gambler shuffles cards

Who would think a tiny tendril filled with ink could cast a spell?

Or that word could stir a tumult too preeminent to quell

Slender pinion, without movement you arouse a silent storm

Where impulses of a poet are betaken by your form

© Janet Martin