Two Years After the Fires

bushfires, Climate Change, nature, Personal Reflection 1 Minute 
(i)
on the ridges
trees in death
black arms still flexed
for holding up the sky

but it falls
strung between them
whitely broken
such soft caressing 
of their limbs

now rain comes
the marching of time
slick silver arrows

(ii)
we walk in a valley torn flat
trees prostrated by flood
the tinny upper flutes of the river
belie its surging muscle

bird-song's ripple
among scotch thistles
the vertical thrust of green

a gargantuan snake
heralded by tinkling bells


(iii)
I looked into a paper daisy
and saw Earth’s centre
pillars of fire
the very prisms of life

and around us
all the lost butterflies

Published by abigfatcanofworms

We all walk in the dark. But if we hold hands, perhaps the dark won't be as scary.

Published

20 thoughts on “Two Years After the Fires”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s