"Though little fire grows great with little wind,
Yet extreme gusts will blow out fire and all.
So I to her and so she yields to me . . ."
--- William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew
Red cedar trees,
and tinder tight,
into the smoke stained sky
to be caught and carried
by the Oklahoma wind
and kissed to fiery blaze again.
So I to him and so he burns for me.