Wind voices
Wind from Africa,
sand-cloud billows,
shakes the poplars dry,
rattles the water-hiss from the leaves,
leaves only the angry crackle of breaking
and the distant tonguing of flames.
Wind voices
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Wind voices
Wind from Africa,
sand-cloud billows,
shakes the poplars dry,
rattles the water-hiss from the leaves,
leaves only the angry crackle of breaking
and the distant tonguing of flames.
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So the wait with baited breath continues. Oye!
The mega blaze is under control as of this morning. The weather office is expecting more spikes in the heat though and still no rain forecast. It was supposed to be cooller yesterday but at 9pm it was still 36°. Almost back to 40° in the afternoon. The young trees are dying.
Immediate danger to house and limb stalled at least. Hate to add, for now. When the rain does come, praying it isn’t a flood.
Yes. If it is a flood that will mean we are wall and truly fucked, as that has never happened before 😦
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Wow–those sand clouds and “wind voices.”
This made me think of the opening of Joni Mitchell’s “Carey:”
“The wind is in from Africa
Last night I couldn’t sleep”
I don’t know Joni Mitchell’s work, but the lyrics fit!
Hahaha. It does.
🙂
The fire speaks in tongues – these six lines are chock full of beautiful images yet still riven with jeopardy.
These are fraught times. All that’s certain is that so much is dying.
From the ashes the Phoenix
I hope so, though I can’t say I’m very optimistic.