Streaked
with
Gray
and pink....
Wisp to wild.
Grasping, consuming.
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:
Mount Palomar,
Esperanza:
Burn
to the ocean
Or
stop at the crest?
Waiting for an end.
Impassive walls, lying and
Fiery tongues lick cold
Waiting for an end.
Impassive walls, lying and
Fiery tongues lick cold
Gusts transport feathery remains
of homes and trees
To
rest, layer upon layer,
White
and Gray.
Green
life, now absent,
Becomes
moonscape
In moments, in hours.
All
from
A
sunburnt sun.
Fire at its witching hour
Fire at its witching hour
