.
Rolling clouds
and thunder pass.
Miles away,
and miles high.
Parched ground
begging for rain.
Wildfires
cough grey smoke
up into the horizon.
Scent of a dry spring.
Things green up slow,
and even the insects
find hard purchase.
This is an angry season.
Most folks just smile.
Fire evacuees fill up
the local hotels.
Everyone puts on
a brave face,
but there’s a heat
coming off them.
Fire in their eyes
and jaws clenched.
Another fire,
another storm,
just looking for a spark,
as they dry prairie
bakes in the Sun.
.
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DJR – 2023
Splendid ❤🌹
Thank you!