Embers in the Ashes
By Dave
Down the trail where silence lies,
The fire's breath clings low and thin —
A whisper fading beneath the skies.
The granite cliffs, like giants, rise,
Their shadows swallowing what had been —
Down the trail where silence lies.
Tall pines stand guard with stoic eyes,
Their branches charred, their needles dim —
A whisper fading beneath the skies.
The canyon winds trace spectral sighs,
A restless chill that curls within —
Down the trail where silence lies.
Wildflowers wilt in twilight’s guise,
Petals bent and rimmed with ash’s skin —
A whisper fading beneath the skies.
The hikers are gone, their echoes dry,
Yet embers cling — faint, stubborn, thin —
Down the trail where silence lies —
A whisper fading beneath the skies.