Thinks & Inks

Forest Fires

The smoke blew up

Down south 

From Kansas,

Encasing us 

In a fog 

Of seared trees

And burned limbs,

Making us uncertain 

Of today 

As the sun set fire,

A bright red orb,

To the smoke 

That blew, 

Making it hard to breathe 

As the air, once clear

Now turned grey

From the anger of fire

To the sadness of no rain