Above the musty shadows of the woods,
a darkening cloudbank drifts away,
spilling a skyful of sun-fire.
With needled branches high above the ground,
the old-growth giants snare the fire they need,
scattering green-hot scraps of flame below,
kindling the fire of life
Flaming leaves cascade between the trees.
Torching fern beds light the forest floor.
Sparkling bushes brighten rotting logs.
Sizzling horsetails scorch the muddy flats.
Glowing mosses shine from rocks and trunks.
Green fire rages through the wakened woods…
A darkening cloudbank drifts across,
blocking a skyful of sun-fire.
Green flames flicker out.
Yet in the musty shadows of the grove
each leaf and frond and needle holds a spark
to kindle green-fire when the sun returns.
-DEW
Wonderful 😊
Love this! The painting, the poem, and how you set the scene for us at the start. Thanks for sharing!