Written by: Heather Ober

fog weaves silence into the cool morning,
consorting with cousin clouds 
as treetops sway and sigh

a lone spark ignites
flames that spread like bold disease   
while smoke-smog smothers
skies that cry acid raindrops 
onto graves of bark and ash

highways part the trees...
another cigarette butt
tossed out the window

For Constance's "Three Verses" contest (Kimo/Tanka/Senryu)