Forest Fire

[adalger]

Swirling leaves, in myriad hues,
Skitter along on the tattered ground.
I try to watch them, hungry for clues
To their meaning; confusion is all I've found.
Fiery crimson, orange, and yellow,
They leap before me in bonfire blaze.
Their collective rustling infernal bellow
Fills my ears as I wander their maze.
In circles, in spirals, like ember-sparks flying,
Upward they carry my dreams to the sky,
To arrive, merely ashes, the hope they took dying.
To extinguish the burning, I sit down and cry.

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