Dust And Smoke
Dust And Smoke
A blend of dust and smoke
The sky swept white with both
Mountains shrouded in the mist
Of sand and burning timber
The alkali particles coming north
From some seventy miles away
White Sands coming to see us
Whether we want it to or not.
The smoke comes off the Gila
The Wilderness on fire yet again
Fanned by the winds
Carried one hundred and fifty miles
To my doorstep
With the gusts heading east.
My breathe is shallow today
Hunkered here on my porch
Grateful for the clarity of air
Somehow closer in
And thankfully so distant
From the worst of the fire and the sand.
I hope the wind lies still
At sunset.
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Happy to read your words, Cathie, despite the circumstances ❤ Hope i gets easier to breathe soon. Big hugs!
Telma my dear sweet friend. All is well with me and in the end my breathing issues were more from stress than anything esle, I have since cured myself yet again. We must touch base! I hope that you are doing well, I would so love to see you! Lets talk soon. Much love, Cathie