On Recent Fires

On these smooth white sheets my heart cannot lie
Quiet, and the wild geese circle and sing
Over the dark lake without rest to fly,
As hard upon my pulse your words still ring.
How can I tell you now of the blue heat, 
Sheet lightning, old dirt roads, and desert fires,
Of whitewater, the winter’s slow retreat, 
The way the light explodes inside, then tires,
How granite walls in Challis Canyon fall
Hard, dark, steep and bright as a man’s heart.
Let the deep river current carry all,
Sleep here tonight, two souls one breath apart. 
Come then unto me my fire-spent lover;
What wilderness might we still uncover.

Upon the Feast of Stephen

Rebel Creek -- The Secesh