Wind brushes the trees,
Its sound fills the blazing night—
Eyes close, smoke rises.

This thread was more active than I thought it would be, thank you all for posting in it!
Even though I'd say it lasted as long as it needed to last, and most of the bases were covered, I can't help but feel melancholic about it archiving.
Anyway, here's a doodle. Don't go mad with the poppies.