Strolling the creek-side trail,
My footsteps crackle and crunch
Over the bed of fallen oak leaves
So thick the earth beneath them
Cannot be seen anywhere
But, do I think September,
And the Autumn season? No.
Looking at the dead leaves
Layered with dust, I shiver
And think tinder for fires
The fires which will whip
Down the Western slopes,
Blaze like hell-lit furnaces
In ravines and canyons….
There are places in the world
Where only two seasons exist,
The monsoon-drenched Wet
And its opposite the Dry.
The western United States
Are rapidly losing their Autumn.
Soon it will be no more.
In the Western states
There is at this time of year,
Only the Fire Season.
#Wildfires #NaturePoetry #AutumPoetry
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