Blizzard Fire

Wind’s roar swallows

sirens shriek. Bright

red fire engines 

emerge from snow

billows, rush by 

on whitened highway,

vanish into white.

I watch them pass, 

unable to see 

where they go. Smoke, 

snow, and clouds merge

as one. Wood stove

fire contained for now,

emergency still 

a distant alarm, 

to be seen later 

on evening news.

Poem by Richard Dinges, Jr.

Photo by Flickr/Steven Green