The Fire

how does a clearing get that way

The forested hillside 

Crowds out the sky

Towering primordial

columns and spires

Octopus undergrowth

Grappling tight

Knits a thick carpet

Of blackness and night

In summertime heat 

It would smolder and steam

In wintertime cold

It was rigid and mean

One night

A flash in the sky

Among the branches

A leaping fire

Flames a roaring feast

Gallops like a horse

Its appetite runs through the night

The monster ran its course

In the morning

She sheds her ashes

And rises

A high mountain pass now open to view

Its shoulders clad in green

A narrow lane was leading down

To a crystal canyon stream

And with a strike of her heel

Like imprinting a seal

She walks the path she's never seen

Reviews

[Phillip Francis]

I very much enjoyed you poem. Thank you for sharing.