This probably needs more work. But it was ready to come out now. So many fires burning.
Burnt paper
Floats up from the ground
Stirred by a warm wind
Could be
Someone’s memories
Or a bill
Or maybe a newspaper
Or car registration
Reduced to ash
By a hungry fire
Feeding on mountain kindling,
Air,
And anything in it’s everchanging path.
Roaring
Cracking
Blackening
Killing.
Orange wall of heat
And flame
Consuming
And spitting out ash
That rains down
Miles away
In a smoky sky
How can the sunset look so beautiful
When so much is being destroyed?
Ash
Rising into the air
spinning
Floating
Settling
On foreign ground
Whether new roots will grow
Remains to be seen.
