Burnt embers in the morning sky
The ashes of past mistakes
Long cluttering her consciousness
Blown on autumn winds
Clearing her mind for future plans
The fire begins to breathe again
Burning over the rooftops
Chasing the geese, not clipping wings
Illuminating her darkened world
Adding red and gold to monochrome
With sudden hope she lifts her eyes
As colour fills her soul
Renewing within a lust for life
She opens wide the door
And the black dog leaves home
