Black ceiling hangs low
red orange yellow licking tongues
snapping dragons lashing out
lit within moving outward
consuming appetite merely whetted
parched dried lands fuel the beast.
Air filled with the rage of sound
crackling popping snapping creature
man no match for the fury.
We’ve had a spate of brush fires here lately, one less than a mile away although we were safe in our neighborhood, many days you see the smoke hanging like a haze on the air, pushed by the ocean breezes and last night I woke to the slight scent on the air. Dreaming of fire inspiration for this piece. Photo found on the internet.