A world reborn

I woke this morning,

Smell of smoke in

My throat, fires

Burning someplace

Else, but blowing

Their signals to

Me, us all, their

Twinge of long-held

Fear, excitement

Even, something

Changing, falling

Away.

The night can bring

So many gifts,

The still eve

Wakes to wind

Blown trees, to

Leaves skirling,

To crushed cans

Rattling down the

Street.

Bright eyed

View upon a

World newborn,

And an old

World reborn

In its

Ashes.