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 heavy on our ears

to say I love you in the heat of night.

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 through

the swirling hazy history of us.