Every day another fire —
fire-tongues licking thirsty moss
trees turn into black hands, stretching
from below the surface of an ashen sea.
We went picking raspberries the other day
but every fruit had turned to stone
and birch leaves now are Armageddon yellow
the forest trembling for a doomsday flare.
In Greece people had to save themselves
from flames by going into the waves.
Just as life once came from oceans
it might be time for us to merge with mud.
They say the rain will come on Sunday,
Is that a new beginning after afterwards
or just a pause for us to find
the closest path that leads to sea?
The weather is extreme here in Sweden and large areas in Sweden have extensive forest fires. The birches look like it’s already October.
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July 26, 2018