the baby’s breath
the flutter of wings
the quake of aspen leaves
the air through a flute
the breath which scatters dandelion seeds
the whispers of morning air
the weary exhale
each is enough
to spark embers of fire
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pelicansandprose 
We have what we need to make a difference… if we use it
Profound imagery–and a powerful closing line.
Beautiful!
Agree-imagery is profound!
LOVE — printing this out tomorrow and keeping it in my Notebook.
Gimme embers! I want embers all my life!
Thank you!
Beautiful poem! I read it three times to think about its meaning in different ways. Thank you for sharing!
I love your list…I also like how you had the reader wait until the end to discover the category all on the list match – to spark embers of fire Your poem gave me lots to ponder!