One August NightA Poem by L-inqueWildfire seasonOne August Night. Thunder god, rumbling promises he cannot keep tramples the mountain. This fevered night, one of many. Our beds, a dry oasis. In vain we await the cooling rain, and merciful sleep. The city awakens to a wildfire scented morning. It burns in the hazy August memory of all who breathe. Flurries of ash fall on the refugees of a tinderbox homeland. © L. L. Kelly 2012 © 2012 L-inqueAuthor's Note
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AuthorL-inqueCOAboutBio: Lorna Kelly uses the pen name L. L. Kelly, and makes her home in Denver Colorado where she is a member of The Poetry Society of Colorado. She lives with her daughter and her cat who often unkno.. more..Writing
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