Fire
Flames, licking at blades of grass,
Embers begging to be let free
White, purple, blue and gold
A dazzling array, but also deadly, if astray,
Warming up the winter home
Never giving, the weary rest,
It doesn't run out of breath,
Until its feeding is done, the race, has surely been run
'Til the flames must surely die, women and children somberly cry,
Homes and cities, burnt to ash,
Fire causes, the great crash.
March 24, 2018
