The Phoenix - Philosophical Vignettes

By David Gosselin

It was upon a quiet night
As graying clouds raced past the moon.

A sage and pupil made their way
Into a deep and darkened wood.

Among a sea of silent pines,
They traveled the uncertain trail.

But after wandering the night,
They finally settled for rest.                      

They found a grot and set up camp
And made a fire to warm their limbs.

But as they rested…