Scorches from Summer Clouds

The dragon is impatient.

Selectively scorching leaves

Such as these

Fading embers still ablaze

Sparks off burned tar.

Shedding hair is ripped.

Old roots know where to look

And look gracefully.

A leaf suspended.

Not alit by wind.


Steles revel as Black Pond evaporates.

A lean-to against a cut-down.

A greasy blender rubbed wrong.

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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