After the fire

The first rains came,
A puddle shimmered,
casting new ripples
across the rainbowed surface.
It washed the small feet
of both mouse & sparrow,

the larger of rabbit & squirrel.

Done with weeping, clouds drifted,
breaking the veil of haze overhead,

the sun's candle finally
burning brighter than the
fires of self made destruction;
though its light barely flickered
where leaf and bark
were now no more than ash.

Reviews

[Relic]

Wow, I'm getting a picture of a lightning strike and the consequences. I like The comment by Ellis. It describes it much better than I. There's a sadness to this but like time, nature moves on with no regrets or looking back.

Nice one.
fires of (of) self made destruction; Eliminate the second of.

[Terpsichore]

Hope it never happens, but it only takes one fool with a finger on the button, while the other fools look the other way.

T

Thanks for the heads up on the second of. Appreciate that.

[Eilis]

I like that this nature is a nature of regret and attempted comfort, healing. The earth is resilient, but it is also detached and watches massacres with the same coolness as a beautiful sunrise. It lacks our spirit of being torn by grief and moves forward with calculated repair.

Makes me think of all those in the medical profession who are able to face desperate circumstances and carnage day to day and not be broken by it. But, your earth is a tender earth. That’s a comfort. It is seeking to ameliorate when someone else has acted carelessly and cause harm. It’s the caregiver in this moment. That is a beautiful thought.

[Robert Trakofler]

burn me from end to end until my last effort scrawls a blaze unto you and if it does no need for tears and torrent

[Beccy]

If, well, perhaps when, we self destruct, I would at least like to think that something will survive.

These lines sent a shudder down my spine, but at the same time, gave me hope that all would not be lost.

So very well written.

Beccy.