Fire-Flowers

And only where the forest fires have sped, 
  Scorching relentlessly the cool north lands,
A sweet wild flower lifts its purple head, 
And, like some gentle spirit sorrow-fed,
  It hides the scars with almost human hands.

And only to the heart that knows of grief,
  Of desolating fire, of human pain,
There comes some purifying sweet belief, 
Some fellow-feeling beautiful, if brief.
  And life revives, and blossoms once again.

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on May 2, 2021, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“Fire-Flowers” originally appeared in Canadian Born (G. N. Morang, 1903).