Hot hands of an adversary
turn to smoke and ashes
everything they touch.
Burning heart
of a trusted lover
stokes a furnace
in the soul.
Both kinds of fire
can rage out of control,
until the rain comes.
Lightning strike,
or careless mind disposed.
Smouldering embers
in the undergrowth.
The wind blows
like a tempest
and tempers flare,
relentless,
enough to set fire
to the whole world.
And it seems
like Armageddon is upon us,
until the rain comes.
How easily we see
truth and possibility.
Blue sky, and tranquility
after the rains come.
DJR – 2023
