epilogue: red summer

And maybe if I’m inspired I’ll write some lines about a red sun rising from the smoke of ancient forest history.   And maybe you’ll read it, somewhere, somehow and wherever you are these days you’ll be touched by the sight of a burning setting sun,   And maybe, if you’re ready,  you’ll break the eternal silence resting …

red summer

In the twilight of tomorrow moonlight struggles through the last breath of a thousand smoky trees rising ablaze in summer heat.   Yesterday’s sunset told the ages old story of the forest; devastating and delicate, a rise and fall of giants.   Tonight the sun will set, red and burning the sky, painting it orange …