Smoke and soot.
A candle left to burn for too long.
A campfire just waiting to become cold.
Unused logs.
Waiting for another winter.
Beige and brown and chopped.
A recently demolished treehouse,
now a childhood memory.
Smoke and Soot
a free verse poem
The Yellow Brick Ave 
This is such a beautiful and heartfelt poem. I loved every line here!😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you!
LikeLike
Is it meant to be a sadder kind of poem? If so, I think it was successful.
LikeLiked by 2 people