Description: I got a little help with the title. Thanks Glen.
We Stand Watching -------------------------------------------
Orange flames lick at a dawn sky
The wind howls
As newly green trees bow to kiss the ground
We stand watching
When we know we should fall
Cupping my hand around yours
We stare at our home burning
Rain starts pouring from the sky
Like salty tears fall from our eyes
Soon the ash and rain will mix
Creating an artificial cement
Trapping what is left of our lives inside
As the raging flames are quieted
So are we
I thought of it again after I went home yesterday.
A vast forest fire in Vicoria, Australia ended when heavy rain came; just a month ago. I saw TV scenes of people just like yours in this poem, except that the season was summer and the time evening. Tears and all. They would sometimes wander forward slowly and pick up something out of the ashes; but mostly these folk stood and looked at their burnt homes. About 100 homes burned that week.
I just wanted to say thank you for commenting on my rainey day. I have been away for awhile and do not recall if I have said Thank you. So thank you!... As for this one... Its hard for me to think of a title for this one because it is descriptive but not exagerated on... I only get a vauge sence of wonder from the fire and nature surrounding the loss of the house and life once lived there.