Smoky haze invades
battling with life-giving energy
to persist through the murkiness of days.
Fire devours all in its path
Soot remnants disperse on the winds
Smoky haze invades
Through an apocalyptic numbness
an orange orb pulsates
battling with life giving energy
It does not succumb
but shines hope
to persist through the murkiness of days.
The past few days the skies where I live have been taken over by the smoke from the wildfires in Canada. It just hangs in the air making everything murky. As soon as you walk out of your door, the smell of fire fills your nose. The sun does not shine but you can still see it in the sky. It is an orange orb of brightness in a huge expanse of gray. It will not let the smoky haze obliterate it. It is a reminder that this murkiness will pass and our days will be lit by its light again. Just hanging in the sky it offers hope.
I realize that I am experiencing nothing compared to the people who are living near the fires and directly dealing with its destruction. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
Poetry form: Cascade
