Wildfires
©2021 Susan Noyes Anderson
image by Egor Vikhrev on Unsplash
image by Egor Vikhrev on UnsplashThe wildfires burn fuel to ashes. I’m melted
and homeless. Adrift in the redwoods,
resilience is theirs, not my own.
I am starkly alone, washed out, waiting for
green growth to sprout. Lost, emotional,
swallowing hard, bleakly following hope.
Woman-as-tree, dust, debris. Is there
recovery? The lines and the borders are
crumbling; senses obscured.
Artful thieves overwhelm; cheerful thieves offer
fine tunes and fabric. Violated by ribbons,
I sing lullabies to my child.
The home fires run wild.
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If you relate to this poem, Light the Lamps might resonate with you as well.
Tags: bereavement, child loss, death, destruction, disaster, grief, grieving, losing a child, loss, mourning, wildfire
Susan Noyes Anderson
Susan Noyes Anderson is the author of At the End of Your Rope, There’s Hope, Deseret Book, ©1997; Awaken Your Spiritual Power: The Fairy Godmother Isn’t Coming!, Karisma Press, ©1999; and His Children (poetry only, photos are by Anita Schiller), Vantage Point Press, ©2003.