Fire
A tongue of flame dances with passion of red,
Silently and softly in a large backyard.
It's like an itch of the sky as the smoke spreads.
Its ineffable incandescence leaves Earth charred.
Calm down. Fire and flames ain't the thing you should dread
It will lick your skin, and yet leave you no scar.
Beneath the flame, the air chokes the acrid smoke.
A scarlet oak makes the dye of the flames flow.
Copyright © Skye When | Year Posted 2016
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