Upon dread and dried soil, It rained ashes Every particle swirling in misty Fogs of hellfire Sun a burning orb enshrouded Blazing salmon and sunrise Stripped and blackened umber I stood in the falling fractals As my membranes scorched of smoke Veiled, ****** light reflecting through the ash Situated, if only briefly A particular kind of Doomed beauty.
Evacuated in the middle of the East Coast wildfires, this poem inspired from my experience in the burning woods.