Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Fire



picture: my own



The sun a red ball in clouds
filtering rust into the light,
ash is falling like snowflakes
dusting all in black and white confetti,
acrid air scalds the throat
bringing tears to my eyes
both from smoke and distress
of the destruction burning
through once lush forests
and green vistas,
towards farmsteads and homes,
we are helpless against
the might of this fire
blazing along the waters edge.




picture: my own






3 comments:

  1. Heartbreaking. Wishing you rain and relief at a time when feeling at the complete mercy of mother nature.

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  2. … and yet … can't live with it and can't live without it, hmmm?, friend Shadow … Much love, cat.

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  3. Charlee: "I'm not sure I like fire. It sounds scary."
    Chaplin: "I bet it's fun to sit and stare at the ash falling like snowflakes, though."
    Charlee: "We haven't ever seen snowflakes. I wonder what they look like."
    Chaplin: "Ashes, I guess!"

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