Air of Fire: firebirds flick their burning wings against a black sky, shedding feathers for heroes to find.
Fire of Fire: dragons roar from their volcanic lairs to bring forth the magma flows, leaving gold and silver and gems.
Water of Fire: salamanders slip from the ends of logs disappearing like rain soaking into sand: somewhere, down there, are the hot springs.
Earth of Fire: soot sprites settle like velvet dust pointing here, pointing there to show what needs to be made pure.
* * * Here is an example of the Four Quarters called not with separate elements, but with aspects of a single element as it moves through phases and interacts with the others. Fieldhaven Coven has done this a number of time with different elements.
This poem was written as part of the Poetry Fishbowl project, posted to The Wordsmith's Forge as a free poem.