Forest Fire
Under sizzling skies the river flows
of flames, in ribbons, on it goes.
Tongues of orange lick the sky
while up the forest slopes they fly.
Ashes coat the ground like snow
as the fire-storm winds blow.
Behind the thick and smoky haze,
foretelling of the raging blaze,
the moon recoils into the night
saddened by this earthly plight.
october 2003
