September in California


Fires lit my dreams
Woke to caramel skies
Foresthill, Yosemite, Weed
Smoke surrounds us
Can’t breathe

A Marianne poem for Murisopsis’ My Name Scavenger Hunt.


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    1. yeah 😦 hopefully rain will come soon

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      1. Sadje says:

        You can come of ours. We are drowning over here.

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      2. If only it could all be perfectly balanced 😦

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      3. Sadje says:

        If we had not muddled with the balance of nature, it would have

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      4. Exactly. I completely agree with you.

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      5. Sadje says:


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  1. Ron. says:

    I’m counting my Green New England blessings and hoping for good things for everyone who isn’t sharing them.

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  2. murisopsis says:

    The fires are concerning on many levels… Your poem is such a good use of this form! I’m loving your efforts and insights!

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    1. Thank you so much 🙂


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