Smoky sky
too thick to breathe
tasting ash
creates unease.
Sunset comes
a ball of red.
Bet’cher glad now
for the mask on your head.
The wildfire smoke has officially arrived. Stay safe everyone.
Pull (at least) three cards use them as the foundation to tell us about a natural and/or fictional creature’s greeting of the Fall season.
The Bloom – When the season first changed (Death), I felt like I was on top of the world (The Emperor) and all of my usual uncertainties (The Moon) and inhibitions were set aside for the enjoyment of the new season (The Fool).
The Tuft – But soon my inner dialogue started coming in and nitpicking at every little silly thing I was doing (Judgement) and telling me that I had to make a choice for a more responsible path (The Lovers).
The Seeding – I did what it said and I threw away my joyous celebration of the season in the process (The Chariot).
The Empty Bud – Now I feel like I fucked up (The Tower). I need to retreat and reevaluate (The Hermit) and delve deep into my own inner secrets of why I did what I did (The High Priestess). Hopefully my progeny will do it better and differently (Wheel of Fortune).
Vibrant colors
splashed with light
summer’s bounty
shining bright
purples sway
and green abounds
filling senses
with buzzing sounds.
The bees are heavy this year. I visit this park often in the summer because they have the most beautiful lavender beds and a public garden that, even with social distancing measures, still thrives and is well tended.