Once, when young
I would have scanned this morning sky
And from its rose-and-copper conflagration
Taken counsel
Then a waterproof to work.
Now, and older
I gaze upon a fevered dawn
Alert to all the fires breaking out
And wonder if I am the only one
Who hears and heeds the warning.
Gonecycling (again) 
Strange that some of us have learned how to see….while others who’ve aged along side us have become blind.
Which is why I’m so grateful to have you here, Charles; seems there aren’t many of us with eyes to see or ears to hear these days. A definite ‘lone voice in the wilderness’ vibe otherwise! N.