Haze hangs like a shroud, blocking out the sun blue skies turn to beige streaked with red and orange pale ash falling as acrid snow. Green firs snap and crack, like roman candles wild flames race upwards fanning fierce updrafts firestorm engulfs canopy. High above sparks leap, spruce, cypress, and pine ignite, flame, then flash stoking the raging fir furnace blazing inferno.
My muse for this poem was the unprecedented number of wildfires raging in the interior of my former province of British Columbia. The smoke from those fires has covered our summer skies for weeks now in Saskatchewan.
My heart goes out to everyone who has lost property or loved ones. I applaud all the forest fire fighters on the ground from across our nation and the international teams that have joined the fight. I’m praying for containment and the safety of each and every one of you.
I am also mindful of fires raging in Greece and other parts of the world. My thoughts and prayers go out to all those affected and the forest fire fighters on the ground in each nation.