Smokey Red Moon Poem by Lyn Poulton

The sky's a haze,
The moons on fire,
To breath fresh air,
Is my current desire.
The islands ablaze,
Evacuations a must,
There is no power,
Flames, the colour of rust.
Mother nature,
Has her ways,
A natural cause,
Lighting struck today.
The rains are falling,
The flames a dwindle,
So much damage,
From only a lightning kindle.
The sky's a haze,
Red moon on fire,
Fresh air once again,
Time to retire.