Flames

The heat smashes the birds
to silence. Not a leaf stirs
in the trees. The sun, on
fire; its blaze presses ever
down. The grass, once full of
life, starves, and in the closer
distance, a roar: it's not
the reasurring promise
of hope in thunder, but
of pain in the flames, nearing ...

(c) 2006, Karla Dorman