Aftermath

by Stephen Clarke

The winds whisper
Hold burnt leaves in an afternoon caress
Salving the wounds
Of the flames embrace
Days before
Gentle moments soon follow destruction
In natures violent rhythm
Charred wood and ash sprouting green
Life in the sacrament of rebirth
In awe of this moment of revelation
I live this transformation
I breathe from the source of existence
Exist in a twilight glow between times‚ ebb and flow
And rejoice