Fire and snow

The contrast was too great to comprehend.

The skeletal remains of a once-green and 

magnificent forest, now corpses to blow

down in the wind, the ghost of an inferno.

Now, blanketed in snow white, a skier

glides gracefully across well made tracks,

her dog prancing in and out of deep drifts,

only to run to catch up with her.

there is no smell of fire anymore, and the

infernal wind that must have blown has snuffed

out, leaving this landscape of black and white.