Pocahontas County, West Virginia
By Emily Whittle
The sun,
emerging from behind
a cloud,
ignited
the wild azalea,
its orange blossoms
licking the air
with tongues of flame.
Unsinged,
the lush forest
exhaled a
thousand shades of green.
And I,
privileged witness
to the fire
that does not consume,
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Pocahontas County, West Virginia
By Emily Whittle
The sun,
emerging from behind
a cloud,
ignited
the wild azalea,
its orange blossoms
licking the air
with tongues of flame.
Unsinged,
the lush forest
exhaled a
thousand shades of green.
And I,
privileged witness
to the fire
that does not consume,
gasped,
halted,
every bit as dumbstruck
as Moses
before the burning bush,
recognizing the place
as hallowed ground.
