Smoke spreads its grey self all across the hills, dales, and valleys of our area.
Changing the light into strange colors; unusual and weird. Colors that could make the hair stand up on your neck if you thought about it much.
The smoke disturbs the sunset, albeit in a rather pretty way
Death’s Kingdom for those in the fire’s deadly path
Smoke filling the skies spitefully
The sun, no longer bright and overwhelming,
Edged and shrouded in smoke…
Available to be seen by the naked eye.
The west so needs rain. Please pray for rain…the fires are terrible here in the west…
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,