WILDFIRE SEASON
As summer ends we keep our eyes
On the ground for signs of fire.
Blueberry bushes blush unseen,
Sumac turns to red from green.
Scarlet ivies start to wreathe
Tongues of flame around the trees.
In the bogs swamp maples flare
Showing off their autumn wear.
Corner woodlots then ignite,
Captivate us with their light.
Yellow beech and tawny oak:
In morning mists they seem to smoke.
In the end we lift our eyes
To blazing hills and mountain heights.
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