Fire's Demise
When wildfires flare beyond tame,
hot ash burns and sting the eye.
And a scorching tongue of flame
laps smoke from a blackened sky.
Being both judge and jury
fuels fire's desire to feed.
And to avoid its fury
frightened animals stampede.
Plumes of smoke conceal a heart
of incinerating heat.
And cinders fall far apart,
offering little retreat.
Embers smolder in its wake
from branches consumed in haste.
And ash turns the air opaque,
bits of undigested waste.
Hungry, it chews a wide track
till the wind shifts, and it dies.
And adept at fighting back,
nature hastens fire's demise.
(Quatrain)
1/19/2016
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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