Wildfire
A smoldering ember lying in wait
tossed thoughtlessly from the window
of a racing car.
The parched forest floor teems with life
now waits as it grows
slowly at first then quickly
with it's own agenda...
to consume everything it touches.
It is fanned by the zephyr
running wildly through the hills
it ebbs and flows with the land
taking homes and lives alike
stopping only at the water's edge.
It has only one name...
wildfire.
Copyright © Linda Smith | Year Posted 2007
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