Caught.
Air-blue was the skirt of quick
freshening breeze.
It danced as it travelled across
rustle-dry trees.
Seared itself through thin thorn
fronting water.
Shook leaves against rock split
with heat\'s torture.
Stirred dust until wisps of light
flame caught thin twigs.
Alive the first glow breeds fire\'s
dread beginning.
Like a side-winding snake flew
death down hillside.
Eyes who had seen this knew
fright before flight.
Forest blaze brooks no feeling
for life in the wild.
Lit an inferno\'s insatiable greed
restrains survivors.