Orange tinged sun
behind smoke filled skies
like a mask of vapors
seen and unseen
another invader to the body
hanging hazy heaviness
pushing in with each breath
acrid caresses
a daily personal hell
Smoke
20 Sep 2020 Leave a comment
in poetry, September 2020 Tags: poem, poet, poetry, wildfire smoke, writing, writing poetry
Deborah Horton Writing 