Wild Fire

by Marilyn Braendeholm

Fire takes its opportunities.

Wind-burning-whipped bridges 

of smoke on rising spinets of fury. 

Rise and fall, flakes of flame and ash 

scattering weather, then swept

and settled to fall scorched. And 

as fire grows, the wind sings dark. 

The heat endured but not so darkness, 

nor that noise. Aerolites fall into 

throaty pits, as fire draws darkness 

in its parchment heart.