A forest fire flames serenity,
destruction pants creation.

Sentinels turn to ash,
smolder in the bird crap
of the past.
Wild life with feminine talons
claw a path to the heart
of another man’s land.

Firefighters left at the alter,
no yellow suit needed,
the horseshoe of her light
protects fertile ground.

The deep woods ablaze with hope,
creation’s foundation kissed.

A deer, with a magician’s wand,
wanders within the half light
cast,
like the sigh from fairy wings.

Ashen footprints tattoo
new memories yet to be born.

Wall of beetle infested gladiators
slain by the heat of her smile,
burn of her kiss,
scorch of her eyes,
and the warmth of her embrace.

A fire rages deep in the heart
of my reseeded woodland.

blaze of glory...whoa...