Monday, October 14, 2013

The Witching Hours

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Sunburnt sun
Streaked with
Gray and pink....
Wisp to wild.
Grasping, consuming.

Billows of ashes and dust
Swirl upward—
A gift to fires
Of all fires.

Witch Creek,
Cedar Creek,
Mount Palomar,
Esperanza: 

Burn to the ocean
Or stop at the crest?


Wikipedia: Witch Creek Fire

Fiery tongues lick cold 
Impassive walls, lying and
Waiting for the end.

Gusts transport feathery remains
of homes and trees

To rest, layer upon layer,
White and Gray.
Green life, now absent, 


Source: goldenstatephoto.com/weather
Becomes moonscape
In moments, in hours.

All from
A sunburnt sun.


Fire at its witching hour



32 comments:

  1. Good job, I especially liked the phrase 'sunburnt sun'- a hint of irony in there.

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    1. Glad you enjoyed that! I thought it played well.

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  2. Caught nature in her blast with quite the storm cast

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    1. We live 25 miles (cross country) from the worst fire, could see it on the ridges to the east. Our car was covered with ash 'snow'.

      Great line--blast and cast.

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  3. Nice poem and amazing photos. Your moonscape line is my favorite.

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    1. Having driven through the burn area after the fires, it truly was a moonscape.

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  4. And how scarily true it is. We are already (in spring) having fires here. Rather a lot of fires. Though the sunburnt sun isn't to blame for at least some of them. Deliberately lit. Hiss and spit.

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    1. Nor is the sun the absolute blame. Most fires were started by carelessness, campfires, or arson. The sun creates the wind through the hot air rising and cold air falling. I recently viewed the sun as another wildfire burned and it looked just like thin. I went from there

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    1. Droughts and lack of land management, I think.

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  6. Very nicely written, it's a sad scene at the end there.

    Wishing you a great week!

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  7. Fires are scary. We've been very fortunate here. I love your poem and photos.
    R

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    1. Thank you, Rick! You are fortunate to escape fires, but your location is wet, with enough rain. Wish you could send some of it our way :)

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  8. Nicely done, Susan.

    I have to admit, I worry about my daughter, who lives in Santa Cruz, whenever I hear of a fire in California.

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    1. This year the fires have hit farther north, into the Nat'l Parks and areas. I know what you mean.

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  9. This is very emotive.
    Fire is so beautiful, yet so deadly.

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    1. Fire is fine in a fireplace, but elsewhere?

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  10. Chilling and beautiful. Very haunting. Thank you so much for sharing :)

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  11. "All from a sunburnt sun".

    Lovely.

    Pearl

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  12. Fire, life-giver and life-destroyer.

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    1. It is the irony of life that one element can both give life and take life.

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  13. Wisp to wild....fitting alliteration . You can appreciate that I name my sewing machines, right? The first is Kenny, a Kenmore. Old Singer is named K8 (kate) which is how my sewingest gramma signed her live letters. Most recent, a Janome, is Kelly, because I bought her this summer, the summer my bff in Colorado lived in the only house left standing after the Black Forest fire.

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    1. The only house left standing? Wow. I saw an aerial photo of events like this and stand amazed at the randomness.

      I have a "Kelly" as well.

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  14. We once lived in wildfire country. They're frightening. But your poem is beautiful and haunting.

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    1. Living in such keeps one aware at how quickly one things moves to another. Thanks.

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  15. That was scary. Yea, even apocalyptic. You created the images very well.

    Lee
    Tossing It Out

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  16. What can bring life can also bring destruction. Yes, I sense the irony with your vibrant and haunting articulation.

    Gary

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