The wilderness is a wide canvas
Brushed with broad strokes of green
– Filled to its fullness with life

The mountains and the valleys
Are burned by the cold.
As the sun increases its visage
And magnifies its gaze
Kamikaze sparks ignite.

From the top down untamed
Colors grow and spread
Yellow, orange and red.

They sweep across the landscape
As lobes flicker into flame
Are caught in the wind
And release their grip.

One by one they fall
Some full of vibrancy;
Others drained of life.

The Great Fire waltzes
Through the northern wild
Mesmerizing the multitudes
Until only ashes remain
And amidst the crumpled foliage
One can see the forest through the trees.

* This poem 3rd in a series called ‘Vega’, a writing project about the 4 seasons *

© Jeremiah Dowling 2015


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About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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