Red sun mourning,
A poet's warning
A ghastly dance in fire
Oh, hear Mother Earth's ire
The wine sun turns the day
Watch how nature lies in disarray
And see how the smokey sky rises
Hiding men in ash disguises
The ruby sun burns
Behind smoke plumes
And perhaps
Mother Earth
She learns
Author's note: I had this idea during wildfire season here on the west coast of the US. The poem is inspired by the line "red sky in morning, sailor's warning." The length of the lines follows the sun through the sky, starting short, getting longer, then shorter again with sunrise, moon, and sunset.
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Trillium Beneath the Pines: An Original Poetry Compilation
PoetryA compilation of my poems, many of which explore the cyclical nature of the world: life and death, day and night, and the seasons.
