Poems (Cromwell)/The Forest Fire

by Gladys Cromwell

THE FOREST FIRE

These pines could feel the wind, the snow,
The April sun;
But through them now no changes flow.

These pines could feel the grief and mirth
Of quiet years;
But now they know unchanging dearth,

And they can feel no mood of spring—
Like certain souls
Who find in flame their blossoming.