Gray and pink...
Wisp to Wild
Grasping, consuming.
Swirl upward--
A gift to fires
of all fires.
Witch Creek,
Poinsettia,
Paradise
Cedar,
San Marcos,
Elfin Forest,
Mount Palomar...
Coco..
Other battles without names.
Burn to the ocean
or Stop at the crest?
Fiery tongues lick cold
Impassive walls.
Left empty and deserted,
Waiting for the end.
Homes and trees
To rest, layer upon layer.
White and Gray.
Green life, now absent,
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| Arizona |
Becomes moonscape
in moments, in hours.
All for
A Sunburnt Sun,
Fire at its witching hour.
I will read ashes for you, if you ask me,
I will look on the fire and tell you from
the gray lashes
And out of the red and black tongues and stripes
I will tell how fire comes and how fire runs
as far as the sea.
Carl Sandburg Fire Pages
Over the thirty years of living here, we have seen and experienced wildfire. Photos cannot do justice to the horror fire spreads.
Just a few hours ago, smoke rose over the acres north west of us. We smelled the fire before we saw the fire.
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