Caught.
Air-blue was the skirt of quick
freshening breeze.
It danced as it travelled across
rustle-dry meads.
Poured itself through thin thorn
fronting water.
Seared leaves against rock split
with sun\'s torture.
Stirred dust until wisps of light
smoke caught fine twigs.
Lit, that first glow birthed fire\'s
dread beginning.
Like a side-winding snake flew
flame down hillside.
Eyes who had seen this before
became frightened.
Forest blaze brooks no respect
for life in the wild
Inferno\'s insatiably dire greed
intends no survivors.