The Truth of Smoke

Posted by Chundar on February 17, 2010 - 23:27
from the ABC set a bucket of chundar

Blame no tree for falling branches
its just the blowing wind
The windfall on which bonfire marches
feeds the hungry kind

The spring with green shoots
all will grow anew
from dead woods and rotten fruits
the truth will come to view

Charred corpses moulder
in rotting doom
Ash copses smoulder
then sprout in springtime bloom

Discuss this piece in the abctales forum

Comments

Autumn is a lovely time of year, but nothing twinkles the eye like the first signs of spring, and your poem twinkled mine.

A lovely take on the forest floor, or life from death,

thanks, glad you liked it

I tried to make fire a metaphor of life and death being the same thing.