Warmer May
Unseasonally
Lightning strike
Energy pours out
Into the dark sky
By the side of the River

Isolated burst
Suburban fringe
Outlying ignited
Spontaneously 
By the side of the River

Flicker blaze
Pungent haze
Smoulder spread
Into the dead roots
By the side of the River

Consumed hectares
Decades debris
Floating breeze
Carelessly over horizon
By the side of the River

Whisper breeze
Turned inward
Cooling craze
Dousing inflamed
By the side of the River

Sundown shifts
Several degrees
Bed of green
Inextinguishable light
By the side of the River

Colder June
Seasonally so
Wintering in
Life seeping in
Into well-trodden paths
By the side of the River

‘When there’s nothing left to burn you have to set yourself on fire.’ – Stars, Your Ex-Lover is Dead.