windy days sound like sirens

windy days sound like sirens,

windy days blow in smoke-colored clouds

windy days warn “no sparks or open flames”

windy days so strong pond water becomes choppy

only three geese in sight but lots of bone and feathers, some still attached,

 an egg split open, yoke still wet, 

dehydrated trees bare orange cracked bark beginning to bud

seeping in tumultuous fog lingers above wildfire zone of last week

smacked by wind gusts, fingertips freezing, nose dripping, 

sunshine blue skies reflecting on nape of neck.

mesmerizing. the allure of her uncertainty keeps us looking long enough to wonder why-

long enough to hear-

her warning cry for help illuminated in skies offering everything all at once.