Monday Poetry Train #52
Smoke
by Joy Renee
Tearing eyes
Blink spasmodically.
Fire kindles in the throat.
Breath labors.
A haze blankets thought.
Will lays low,
Awaiting the cleansing
Breeze.
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I pity and pray for the firefighters battling up close the fires in California whose smoke is reaching us here in the Rogue Valley of Southern Oregon. The misery I'm feeling must be multiplied many times over for them and they haven't the luxury of laying low to wait it out.
I found the picture at art.com and it doesn't say where or when it was taken. But it gives a fair idea of what our area must look like from above right now.
My prayers are with the families whose homes are in the path of those fires. As well as with all the animals wild and domestic.
2 tell me a story:
Yeah, I've been wishing for a lot of rain in the fire-laden area, too.
We just had a forest fire a few weeks ago - the smoke on the horizon was so ominous. But we're lucky that it's all done. Hope everyone your way stays safe.
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