Thanks to Michelle at Today’s Little Ditty for hosting Poetry Friday.
On Sunday the skies were gloriously blue. I did a happy dance as we’ve been blanketed with smoke. Blue skies all week UNTIL yesterday afternoon. I left school and was greeted with that familiar camp-fire-but-not-a-camp-fire smell and brown skies. (Eagle Creek Fire had a flare and the winds delivered smoke)
This morning, this greeted me:
a sky period
punctuating early morning
© jone rush macculloch