The air is thick with smoke where I live in New York State. There are warnings to remain indoors as much as possible, because the air quality is so poor. Yesterday, the sun was scarlet red. Today, the light is an eerie yellow.
It’s easy to feel hopeless in the face of natural disasters, yet there is always a glimmer of hope if we know where to look.
My son and I meet friends for a playdate about once a week, and it just so happens that our last one was yesterday, when the air quality was terrible. We opted to remain indoors, at our local Science Center, to avoid the smoke and toxins from the wildfires.
An experience at the Science Center combined with the constant talk about the wildfires inspired me to write two new poems. They were scribbled hastily and are rough, so I’m only sharing them with my paid subscribers for now. Enjoy!
First poem
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