No sunshine in two weeks,
a smoky shroud has descended
upon the land, the tomatoes are
turning black on the vines. I can
not see beyond 100 feet, colors
of green disappeared, all is brown
or yellow, ash is gently falling like
bits of grey snow, the air outside is
dangerous to breathe, smelling of
wood smoke, reeking of the burned
up hopes and dreams of my neighbors
less than twenty miles away.
Each day the smoke colors change,
red, brown, orange, yellow, eerie
unnatural day time colors, at times
dark like night at mid day. The winds
have gone and the shroud has become
a thick choking noxious grey fog.
This must be how the dinosaurs died.
The news says we have the most
dangerous polluted air quality in
the entire world. Wearing a mask
inside my closed shuttered home.
Taking "self isolation" to a whole
I dreamed last night of deep
blue skies, fresh untainted air,
walking the orchard with my
dog, the sun and a smile on
my face. Upon awakening the
reality shroud of smoke remained.
They say some rain might
fall this week, that wind
from the sea will intervene,
blow the smoke East, restoring
the colors of the sky, the sun
and land, even breathable air.
I hope that's all true. Hope is
all we have, that and brave
unselfish firefighters attempting
to stem the tide. At war tooth and
nail with the fire beasts.
I wish not to complain, many are much
worse off than us, we still have our farm
and home. This is merely my impressions
of the now. Strange times with new
challenges to endure, changes that
make hope essential, first the pandemic
and now these mega fires.
"Climate Change" is no longer
dismissive "Fake News"!
Wake up world!
The bogeyman destroyer is here
and he is us.