It's Still Life

A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week – (a Cadralor poem)

The Y In Wildfire

I.
August was a dry kiss of long thirst
The lean arm of a branch and root

II.
A dark sprawling road with no shelter
from the torch of fire or crawling sun

III.
Summer’s short lived empire forgets
the ways of a desert’s cruel trap

IV.
A bowl of water to drown a smile
Parched lips that no fire could burn

V.
August knew air, fire, water and
the intricate complexities of grief

This Cadralor poem is dedicated to those who suffered through wildfires this summer. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.