A striking Monet of foggy ash
from luminous
wildfires
that engulf the mountains
and the countryside
in a devil’s dance
of twisted fortunes
and premature goodbyes
into a blood-orange swirl
that blows its faithful landscape
asunder
and soon to be blackened
by its crispy fate.
©️MFT
Crow On The Wire 
𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕! 🕊
Thank you. 🙏🏻
There’s something about “blood-orange” that really resonates with me. I’m not sure why.
I’d like to know what you come up with it, Liz. It might be subconscious.
Maybe it’s blood associated with food?
Could be. It grosses me out when people order their steak or burgers bloody.
You and me both!
🙂
So full of stark images!
Thanks, Malcolm.
Beautiful! Such vivid imagery!
Thank you!!
Makes me think of all the tragic news reports on the West Coast. Great imagery, Mark!
Yes, Susi. So far this year so good. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
Me too!
I like the poem. Nature and imagination work wonders. Swirling fire, twisting turns of life and blackened fate. Great!
Sandy, like your perspective of the poem. Nature is still beautiful even in its darkest moments.