Smudgy charcoal tree stumps stood shadowy
against the sore earth.
A rough restless wind blew
ghosts of green grass memory anda hawk soared high, searching
for warm rodents nestled under the ground.
The springs still seep water; soon seeds will sprout.
Ground squirrels will whistle to each other,
bright on blackened boulders.
I know balance will return;
That the brush is cleansed and renewed.
Ashes will bear life, but
right now it looks like a barren wasteland.
Written with the wordle 44 prompt.
13 comments:
Fire destroys, but the earth renews. This is a lovely piece exploring that desolation. Glad to have you at the whirl!
Great read, there nothing more desolate than a mountain side burned away.
You have painted a picture with your words. Your gentle strokes bring hope to a wasteland. You are so good at that. xo teri
This is absolutely wonderful. Thanks.
We travel south for vacations... and pass a similar place of stalking black trees...each year I look for more signs of life.
You've conveyed the image of the fire-wasted pass well.
Whirling Haiku
A beautiful poem, crystal clear, with some lovely word-sounds throughout. Wonderful wordling.
I completely forgot this was a wordle, as I read. It wasn't until I reached 'balance' and thought 'Hang on...'.
I remember, growing up, that every summer as we headed to our boat, we passed burned hillsides. It was a part of the season.
Love the imagery in the last two lines of the first stanza.
My daughter-in-law is from San Marcos (near San Diego?). Is this the fire of a few years ago, or more recently?
Very good piece you've written; heartbreaking and hopeful.
~ Misky
A perfect example of...life is not what we look at, it's what we see'! You had me with the opening two lines.
Oh you are such a great poet you make my imagination go wild. B
Great poem! Thanks for sharing and i love the picture with the words!
Hope you and all the animals are doing good!
Big hugs
Leontien
Well done. I could feel the the hot air and see the mountain. B
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