Trees like skeletons

draped in crepe paper skin

stand at attention as

fires burn deep underground



Creeks that long ago ran dry

flood with memories of cool water

enough to extinguish the flames, if only

if only



All is silent in this forest filled with ghosts

giving power to that feeling of no

those crumbs left on

an abandoned trail



Oh, but in the highest branch

that lone bird sings, waiting to be noticed

invitation open, intention clear

listen as he calls



Follow, come follow

no need for wings

just believe and

fly your way home





photo: mine



prompts: Poets on the Page, Five Minute Friday/Write 31 Days, WP Daily Post, #startafire