The woods are on fire
As the afternoon winds blow
A red orange glow
As far as our eyes can see
Glorious nature’s tapestry
But the red flame’s cool
And torches not naked skin
Glowing satin sheen
At dusk, the sky’s not on fire
Just sunset hues we admire
03-22-2024
© F Aparici
Nelson D Reyes
1aNice…like thank you Brod. the glow goes nowhere /. like the wind to everywhere / a traveler is
Francis Aparici
1a@Nelson D Reyes: Thanks for liking Brod. That’s a great haiku as well. 😊