Crimson Angels ~ the Burning of the Leaves

The horizon
The crack in the world
Where the sun and moon make entrances and exits
A tsunami of fiery crimson angels
Spilling over the horizon

One amounts to little more than a scratch
Like the bite of an ant
But in this multitude . . .

They consume the trees around me
The burning leaves spiral into the air then fall
Ash ghost shadows
Emptied of something…
Something special

I stand silent in the thunder of the Burning

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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