Sunday, August 27, 2017

Forest Fire

by David Subacchi

The smell of burning pine comes first
Before black smoke columns
Twisting  upwards
Appear on the horizon

And even at a distance
A warmth is felt
Warning of danger
And flushing the cheek.

Summer brings
The picnic people
Discarded smokes
Bored souls

Under cover
Of the timber

Lighting candles
Before wooden images
Igniting passions
Mistaking trees for gods.

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