Still Hazy

✨A Poem✨

Hazy skies, πŸ”₯

blood red throats, πŸ”₯

sore ears, πŸ”₯

dry mouth, and πŸ”₯

the scent of burnt… something. πŸ”₯

The imagination goes wild πŸ”₯

wondering what ailment πŸ”₯

could come next. πŸ”₯

Maybe none at all. πŸ”₯

But the sky still hazy πŸ”₯

and the sun πŸ”₯

still shaded πŸ”₯

are exactly where they’re supposed to be. πŸ”₯

-Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

Published by Jayne

Saschia Jayne Johnson is the author of Writer’s Quest: A Triptych. On her free time, she likes to be with her family outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize it was the search that held what was most important; curiosity." Saschia works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.

One thought on “Still Hazy

  1. Jayne, this hit me hard! I live outside of Philly in NJ. The smoke has been, well, thick. In your poem, the physical misery and anxious anticipation capture how oppressive wildfire smoke becomes…the danger settles into both body and mind. Powerful piece, my friend. πŸŒΉπŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦β€β¬›

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