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.
a free verse poem
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.