Fire On The Mountain (life In The Sourland)

Woke early for a city boy. The trees shiver naked with crisp frost stinging.
I am making coffee
The cup is set and ready, and wiping sleep cinders from creased blue eyes
I gaze out my back window to the tree line an acre away

The trees ablaze off to right, behind my barn… such a sight
And I am scared
With flashlight and cell phone, man-trotting barefoot crunching frozen green grasses.
Up the rise I run to report the details of such an emergency
Stopping at eht tree line watching breathless
this luminescent torrent waxing from an un-burning forest floor.
Smokeless fire
Silly man I am, who can’t discern
Between impending disaster
And a new day begun

(I am inching off the grid)
Baroquenhorse Baroquenhorse
51-55, M
Dec 14, 2012