If a horse could cry. I can. And I do.
Tears flow freely; rain does not.
I cannot stop crying and know my tears do not help unless they can turn to rain. I am not a religious person, but I find myself praying. For others. For the mountains. The animals. The trees. My beloved trees…
I think of all the wilds, the wildlife, and what happens to them now, what happens next?
Here, we have rain. Just a bit, though I suppose it is enough. Or is it just luck? Lightning strikes aren’t taking hold. The fire to the south of us is relatively contained. The rest of the state is not as lucky. This time. Some time, of course, it will be here. It will be us. Our mountain. Our wilds and wildlife. We await. This year. Next. Three years from now. Who knows? The time bomb upon which we balance precariously in hopeful ignorance.
In my dreams there is fire and smoke.
I can no longer appreciate the red of sunset, for fear it is inspired by flame, for knowing it is enhanced by smoke.
My country is burning. Though not yet close to my home, I think of all the other homes, built and feral, up in flames. Now we know it is but a matter of time.
Computer data, scientific models, and the Forest Service. They said the beetle killed trees wouldn’t burn as bad. This summer, we see they do. Dead timber forests are safer than green, they said. But what burns best in my wood stove? Pardon my lack of science here. I wonder what happened to common sense based on observation of the world around us.
I read an article entitled, “Screaming Trees.” The tears begin again, for I hear their cry. How few have heard the silent wail? We wear our blinders, find a green patch, turn our backs to the ravished red hillsides, and think it is all OK.
Until it comes too close to home.
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This is all just so sad and scary…
I also am not a religous person but when all else fails and there seems no light at the end of the tunnel I pray .I dont know if it is heard or not but it sometimes gives me a peace of mind .What I pray for for you is that nature will correct the wrongs .We would still like to see your mountains green if we can get up there this coming year .They say love conquers all. Lets hope it is true in nature .
Don, Thank you for your words, both wise and true. And red or green be these trees, you and Fely will find much beauty here, and a very warm welcome.