Day 541 Smokey Again

Daily Note

Every day, a photograph, a poem. As the morning fell away, so did the clear air. It’s smokey again so we’ve closed up the house and now feel locked in as we protect ourselves from the smokey air. A bummer of a feeling.

Smokey Again

Windows closed; stuffy;
Haze filters the horizon
And once hopeful smiles.

Sheri Edwards  
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Poetry/Photography