the fire’s found the forest
a slow yet trodding search.
each leaf will be the kindling
until the wood is burnt.
but none impede the reaches,
or compulsions of the flame.
no thwart could e’re extinguish
the fulfillment of their aim
encircling this furnace
every woman, man, and child
no smoke surrounds the carnage
to tease the dazzled eye.
in glory, every tree ignites
In season’s forceful sparks.
i blush within the presence of
a blazed and burning heart.
the colors tell what’s coming,
a stripped and barren call.
and i can only stand and watch
the warm and wrecking fall.