Saturday, August 22, 2015

Too Many Wildfires

When Smoke Gets in Your Eyes

Wind shifted overnight
no onshore breeze
pushes marine air
across Portland
summer's heat;

air storms in
from the north and east,
wildfire-filled zones
air thick with smoke,
thick enough
my nose samples
of backyard burning,

smoky haze so dense
particles are visible
floating in the heavy air
hanging at ground-level.

Eyes struggle, tears form,
lungs cloud with congestion,
heart fills with sorrow
for the losses
of forestland,
animals, too many
houses, ranches, lives.

And the sun lingers
in a cloudless sky,
fire-smoke red-orange
all day long.

by judy Beaston
August 22, 2015

No comments:

Post a Comment