Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. Every year now starting in late August, the fear is always for wildfire. We don’t have the four seasons of Autumn, Winter, Spring, and Summer. We have three seasons: Winter, Spring, and Fire. Because August through October is so dry and windy with sudden thunderstorms, that fire is the danger in every single day.
Those who continue to deny Climate Change and fight the new policies to stop it endanger all of us, all of humanity. NASA’s website provides information on the effects of climate change.
And so our windows are closed and we stay inside because, although the fires right now are far away, the smoke from the devastation fills the air and is harmful for living creatures. Here’s our Washington State information site on Wildfire Smoke. Learn how to protect yourself and your loved ones.
Fire Season
Fire Season is autumn
Sheri Edwards
When everything is dry
The rain stayed away
But the fire burns awry
Pushed by wind
Fueled by weeds
Smoke fills lungs and sky
And the feeling of the moment
Is for winter to arrive.
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