Test Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Where there’s smoke
there’s fire,
fires everwhere
surrounding;
confounding the senses.

Smoke filled skies
in every breath
in mouth and eyes,
red sunsets,
though quite a sight;
photographer’s delight,
are colorful escort to
sleepless nights.

Lightning strikes;
flames race through
drought-dry canyons,
destroying lives, property
and communities;
while my neighors are in
row boats
trying to stay afloat.

Twisters form; hurricanes blow
from twisted weather patterns.
It’s cold in the hot places,
hot in the cold ones;
too wet or too dry
and nobody knows why
or has
any answers
to this latest test
that mother nature
is throwing at us.