Blaze of Glory by Bruce W Niedt
I dream of forest fires
yellow flames leap
from tops of trees
and when I wake,
the trees are ablaze
orange conflagrations
of leaves
intensified by sunrise
red and fueled
by a cold fire of frost,
their final flare-up
before the little death of season.
They do not dream in winter,
but still burn in their sleep,
as I do.
10/28/2001 Posted on 10/28/2001 Copyright © 2024 Bruce W Niedt
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