Burnt clouds angrily exhale carbon dioxide
choking homely winter burrows like a rounded whip
convulsing air is stopped by time, then laid to rest in unrelenting silence.
Tinted flares dash blindingly across confused winds
piercing them thoroughly like a well-rounded shot of whiskey
the forest fire catastrophe lies stunned and drunk in mid-air
as life buried in white feathers and peachy light is restored.
