The exercise:
Write two haiku about: smoke.
Drove past the nearby wildfire yesterday as we approached home - a route that has now been closed. The air smells like smoke tonight.
Welcome back home, I suppose.
The exercise:
Write two haiku about: smoke.
Drove past the nearby wildfire yesterday as we approached home - a route that has now been closed. The air smells like smoke tonight.
Welcome back home, I suppose.
2 comments:
Well, it's August before you've been mentioning wildfires, so either you managed to miss a month's worth by heading to Vancouver, or they have turned up later this year (which is surely a good thing as it hopefully means there will be fewer of them). I appreciate you'd still rather have none of them, but I think the only way to achieve that would be more rain all year round... and that would upset you when you were cycling :)
Smoke
Light the barbecue
Autumn smoke flavours our meat
The sunset approves.
Evening smoke predicts
Light morning rain; even so,
You sit and complain.
Greg - I do believe the situation I find myself in is generally referred to as 'there's just no winning'.
Really like your first, very idyllic.
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