Dead Forest

The ashen forest sits silently waiting – full of dead, brittle trees, a place that life has abandoned…
A coyote steals across and disappears into its midst – the urban jungle
The forest of dead trees sits starkly against a grey sky
The ghosts of Indian warriors who once roamed; they watch silently and shake their heads…
The brush is thick; inside a tangle of mangled paths full of thorns…
Once inside, no way out, years roll by
The forest stays mute
An image of decay – parched, cursed, thirsty earth
Worry hangs a heavy curtain to the darkness
Thirst and depravity…the climate changes, life goes on – altered states
The earth spinning into new levels of uncertainty…