~Dusty Skies~
Spoiler
Dry season
Fires
Everything two shades too yellow
Dry season
Sirens
Everything smells like smoke
I never thought I would call the skies dusty
Or be able to taste trees on breeze
I never did think the skies could have clouds
That held only ashes
Or simply held no rain
Fires
Coughs
Two steps away from water and scared of death by fire
If only I could live in the sea
And I would look up and marvel at the dusty skies
And hear the sirens wail
Fires
Everything two shades too yellow
Dry season
Sirens
Everything smells like smoke
I never thought I would call the skies dusty
Or be able to taste trees on breeze
I never did think the skies could have clouds
That held only ashes
Or simply held no rain
Fires
Coughs
Two steps away from water and scared of death by fire
If only I could live in the sea
And I would look up and marvel at the dusty skies
And hear the sirens wail
First poem for NaPoWriMo about dry season in the tropics...hope you like it Skyexxx
