A velvety haze has settled
far from flame and fire.
Great expanses of open fields
shrunk to misty outlines.
A forest is transported,
thrown skyward by heat and blaze,
floating back down as darkness
and blown across the landscape.
Now destined for grass and crop,
the plants and soil soak it up.
Those with eyes and lungs suffer,
gasping, and crying for it to stop.
All welcome the blessing of rain.
I wrote this during the crazy fire season of 2020 and it seems as if it may become yet another new normal.
This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Fire