"Strange Tonight"

 

"Strange Tonight"

Greg Budig 2021

Stepping outside 

felt strange tonight. 

Something was wrong 

with the sky, the air, the 

whole atmosphere was off. 

A haze had settled, 

fueled by fires that burned 

the northern horizon.

I could smell the drought 

and scorched timbers. 

There was such heaviness.

An ominous feeling of 

underlying dread. Feeling the 

need to speak softly as not 

 to disturb nature's imbalance. 

When high above through 

smoke stained clouds, 

appeared a curious orb.

Mysterious and haunting,

it broke through the shroud. 

As if an unannounced 

eclipse or a shift in the 

planets had caused the 

moon to turn blood orange.

It sat like a pumpkin in the sky. 

Just a moment in time 

that will soon pass away,

but the eerie glow will 

burn in my memory. 

Like Halloween in July. 

The End