When Canada burns,
smoke paints the sky with color.
But we’re all coughing.
(2017)
Notes: I regret that conditions have made it appropriate to repost this poem from last summer.
When Canada burns,
smoke paints the sky with color.
But we’re all coughing.
(2017)
Notes: I regret that conditions have made it appropriate to repost this poem from last summer.
When Canada burns,
smoke paints the sky with color.
But we’re all coughing.
REPORT: More than a dozen wildfires burning across British Columbia have produced enough smoke to cover much of Western Washington, delaying flights into Sea-Tac and creating a white haze hanging in the sky.