Burning Haze
Poetry
Published in
Nov 17, 2024
Glowing embers
float through the air,
landing
on a pile of dehydrated leaves.
Rain
is but a distant memory,
mounting desert dryness
causing concern.
A single leaf
starts to crinkle,
hot ash searing its edges
causing sparks to fly.
Soon
acres upon acres
of trees
hollowed and burned through.
Inferno blazes
ripping life away
from Mother Nature,
animals flee,
people on the run.
An orange haze
hanging low,
smoke filling the air
and my lungs.
Hours, days,
and weeks go by,
still everything
is crippled and dry.
Relief
nowhere in sight,
emergency forces
depleted,
continuing to fight.
A burning scent
filling the blue skies,
causing a shock
to sensitive eyes.
The thick air
is hard to breathe,
here comes some rain
a bit of a reprieve.
© Dave Logan 2024
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