authoring destruction

Southern California is burning, burning, burning. It's not new but it is worse this time... Here in West LA where I live and am not presently threatened direcrtly by the blaze, we're baking under a sunset cloak of smoke. There is ash in the air and a smell that fluctuates between nag champa incense and the refineries of Denver and Cedar Rapids. Gazing at the moon out my bedroom window, which faces the rising of each sphere, I was nearly in disbelief. It was as orange as the chemical streetlights that illuminate our highways... if this is a harvest moon, what is being culled and who is the reaper?

Best wishes and prayers to all of you that have to face that demon toe to toe.