orb of light suspended
protected by barkless tentacles
the fire descends
for the ancient ritual
soundless ceremony
tree spirits of old
centuries of wisdom
remain untold
a vision of truth
purity of purpose
i become entranced
test my worthiness
Written for BrewNSpew’s first ever weekly prompt: Ceremony.
Thanks for hosting, Eugenia!
Laura Denise 
Laura, your poem is breathtaking! What an amazing piece and the stunning photo fits perfectly with your words. Thank you so much for joining the challenge.
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Yay! Glad you like it. It came out of me in a matter of moments and a bit tipsy on sangria. 😁 The photo I took this week (and edited it a bit). I have come to appreciate fall colors a lot more being in the South now; it’s hit or miss if we even get that season, and I love it so! 🍁🍂
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Sangria can do wonders for an already creative and talented person such as yourself! 😊 Autumn is my favorite season and this year we had a glorious showing of color. Of course, now the beautiful leaves are gone, sadly. I took a few pics of a gorgeous red tree from our balcony, which we have an abundance of trees where I live. Love it!
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