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| picture: my own |
The sun a red ball
in clouds
filtering rust into
the light,
ash is falling like
snowflakes
dusting all in black
and white confetti,
acrid air scalds
the throat
bringing tears to
my eyes
both from smoke and
distress
of the destruction
burning
through once lush forests
and green vistas,
towards farmsteads
and homes,
we are helpless
against
the might of this fire
blazing along the
waters edge.
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| picture: my own |
Heartbreaking. Wishing you rain and relief at a time when feeling at the complete mercy of mother nature.
ReplyDelete… and yet … can't live with it and can't live without it, hmmm?, friend Shadow … Much love, cat.
ReplyDeleteCharlee: "I'm not sure I like fire. It sounds scary."
ReplyDeleteChaplin: "I bet it's fun to sit and stare at the ash falling like snowflakes, though."
Charlee: "We haven't ever seen snowflakes. I wonder what they look like."
Chaplin: "Ashes, I guess!"
It is hot here too, in India, I can understand.
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