Twilight Times

I won gold with this poem..about the picture




I am a creature of the twilight times.
One night the trees burned, hot sparks flying
across the midnight sky.
I ran, my nose singed with smoke and fire.
The beast clawed at my feet
but finally it died,
smoldering in the night.
At dawn I climbed a lone tree.
I sat in deep melancholy
on the twisted blackened limbs.
Destruction framed by a perfect new day.
I watched the ash fall
around the smudged edges of my new life,
wishing I could return to the velvet green of my youth.
One by one a flock of cardinals
gathering on the ash covered tree
offering me the color of their song.