A season of small verse
About a decade ago, my partner and I took a trip to Oregon to visit the mountains. As is typical, but increasingly devastating, seasonal drought made conditions ripe for fire. Smoke hung in the air. We wondered if we’d made a mistake to try to see the parks that year. But then we drove up the rim of a caldera at sunset. Slanting light refracted through the haze made the whole sky smolder.
It was beautiful.
When I started writing “cinders in the sky,” I was thinking not just about the terrestrial blaze, but also the celestial fire of stars.
You can read ‘untitled’ (aka cinders in the sky) on Scifaikuest ONLINE. Please enjoy a couple more scifaiku in the print edition.
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