Poetry Collection 2016

Burning Red

Orange sun blazing in the golden sky.

Making the clouds pink like a child's toy

Whose skin is a sparkling memory of home

And is stretched across the sky like fleece cotton candy.

It ignites the grass that rolls down the hills,

Tumbling over itself in a breeze that attacks the hair

Of those unlucky enough to have not remembered to pull it back.

They all are standing in the road,

The asphalt changing their feet to black.

Blankets forgotten inside with only each other for comfort,

Hot tears that rival the sun

Burn down their already raw cheeks.

They watch the flames rise into the blue

Turning their lives to charcoal.

The gorgeous sunset that would make most stop and stare

Is much less interesting to the children than 

Watching their childhood flash red before them.