A blog for the midnight epiphanies and idle thoughts of a hopeless wordaholic.
Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Weekly Scribblings #36. We're asked to
consider the phrase "first a phoenix must
burn". No poem or philosophy come to
mind, only glaring reality. The photo is
the sky in Salem, Oregon at mid-afternoon.
Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United
September 9, 2020
Somehow this challenge seems all too close to reality when so many in western states are dealing with loss from the raging infernos there. The fires are 20 miles from my daughter’s home in Oregon and her city is on standby for evacuation. Small towns not far from her have been reduced to ashes, and her city fairgrounds have been turned into a tent city for evacuees. No doubt these little towns and their citizens will rebuild and rise like phoenix from the ashes of their devastating loss, but that seems far away at the moment, when the air is thick with smoke and the sky is red at mid-afternoon. My heart is heavy and my prayers are raised for the brave firefighters who are fighting these fires.