I can taste the pines and cedars when I awake
to fuzzy black to search for stars
beyond, hoping for a clear day.
Choking smoke with my coffee,
with feeding cows and first-calf heifers
calving, faded coyotes close.
Ash falls like snow, skiffs light and dirty.
In this haze, it’s easy to get lost at home.
I track my steps to where I’m from.
So much heart…
John we are paying for so many bad decisions, and not doing anything is a negligent decision!
I feel for you and Robbin, and even the new calves. God, how the world has changed…
I shared this with our family. It explains beautifully what we are going through! Bad air quality, but the work must go on!
Oh, John…this is heartbreaking.