Remember Sparks

Remember that night back in September?

The afternoon was warm. Shirt-sleeve warm.

© Sue Schlabach

But as the moon rose, like a lantern above the farthest hill,
we got goose bumps and huddled under the blanket, which was damp.

The fiddles played. And guitars and cello. Voices rose up in the night.
Clothing caught the dimming light as dancers whirled, their hair flying outward, their arms raised up.

© Sue Schlabach

Remember the sparks
of fire
rising
into the sky?

© Sue Schlabach

 

From a September night in 2019 at Feast and Field in Barnard, Vermont. The band was The Fretless.

4 Comments

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Brett Ann Stanciureply
January 25, 2020 at 6:16 am

Perfect to read in January!

Sue Schlabachreply
January 27, 2020 at 8:29 am
– In reply to: Brett Ann Stanciu

I’ve been soaking up pictures from summer and fall evenings lately. I like winter, really I do. But a bit starved for some color!

modflowersreply
January 25, 2020 at 10:07 am

Your photographs make me think of the many festivals I have been to, and the words conjure up being at Woodford festival in Australia with my sister and family. Roll on summer evenings!

Sue Schlabachreply
January 27, 2020 at 8:29 am
– In reply to: modflowers

So glad to conjure good memories. 🙂

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