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Scents of burnt embers flowing over my windowsills
Charred are the palm tree fronds that
once fanned the breeze 
Seized are the pods, timbers     
Torches sparking  shrills

Behold the ashes drifting 
as they fall from my smoke-sooted skies
O but in b 'tween choking and tearing eyes                            
Bright orange-colored clouds  shade
So fiercely  they  invade

If you look West…
The 'golden glow’  shall arrive
He who heeds the warning
and  flits, may survive

A brush fire has lit the landscape
furiously waves its crimson cape
Tangerine smoke suspended in time
surrounds the hills all around me
congesting  the natural scenery
Arousing anxiety, anticipating 
the scale of the expansion its spreading
Swirling fire, twirling tornadoes
ravishing existence in its pathway 
 
Flames so blinding that align the sunset
In my field of vision – I’ll never forget
Frightful yet surreal,
I hear myself whisper it’s not real
Nonchalantly, Winds sweep in  firestorms
Notorious  for  its name  the  ‘Santa Anas’  
Lingering, its breath; smoggy haze swarms           
The brave battle the blaze, corral the flame
As the hills die, an obstinate inferno resurges
"To extinguish  life"  its aim
Like the Phoenix rising again and again

Guide us along the road  to a safe place
Away from the  drought,  
O  home,  there is not a trace
Chaos turns on  every cornerstone
I’m back where I started, I atone
Circling all areas, as others do —I do
With nowhere to flee  vs  warnings to eschew
Perhaps I’ll make it to the highway
with  westbound caravans  I’ll stay 
There I’ll keep alive

If you just look to the West…
The   ‘golden glow’ (fire)  has arrived!

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