Orange shining through the window
We head outside to take a peek
Blue sky's to the North
A dark haze from the South
Small particulates drifting in the air
You reach out, and a piece lands on your hand
It looks like plant matter, only grey
You gently touch it with your free hand
. . . Ash.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC
Orange shining through the window
We head outside to take a peek
Blue sky's to the North
A dark haze from the South
Small particulates drifting in the air
You reach out, and a piece lands on your hand
It looks like plant matter, only grey
You gently touch it with your free hand
. . . Ash.
September 2020 wildfires light up the west coast. My perspective from a small coastal town in Oregon. Miles from active burns.
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