Time to Write a Poem

April 27 Spark

Spark

The warmth of the spring sun
caresses my winter chilled skin
reminding me of the cyclical revolution,
the earth beneath my feet in perpetual motion
circling a cauldron of white-hot flame.
Without the spark, there is no light, no heat, no life.
The force of our seasons is simply fire.
How many cultures have worshiped here?
                              ~~Judi Van Gorder

April 27 Prompt: start a fire