Thursday, August 21, 2025

Sky Poetic Bloomings

 Fire Season

 

Clouds or smoke I cannot tell

Colorado is burning up like hell

It’s getting hard to breathe this air

As more forests lie black and bare

The animals come into town

The once blue sky is now tinged brown

It smells like a cookout but nobody dares

To strike a match or set up flares

We pray for rain, the non-lightning kind

To get Colorado out of this sad bind

The firefighters are super hero-like

Especially for us who like to hike

One of these days, fires will be out

And we will joyously give a shout

No comments: