Firestorm The 'Golden Glow'

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!