Santa Ana Poems - Poems about Santa Ana

...Three sister winds, Ephemeral progeny, Spawned by the sun's relentless But passionless heat, And the earth's inexorable Grinding rotation: Sirocco dances across the vast emptiness of the......Read the rest...

...I knew the precise moment when the Santa Ana winds changed directions. A dagger of fear entered my heart. I felt something dangerous was here. Knew not what it was; heard nothing but felt eyes comi......Read the rest...

...In November I write of winter for I am weary of the old year and tired bones I visualize all hardships blanketed with fresh snowfall geese in a "V" as they flee on trade winds to the south seas......Read the rest...

...Santa Ana winds august temperatures climb rampaging wildfires Rampaging wildfires crackling through brittle pines nature's cleansing rush Nature's cleansing rush acres of barre......Read the rest...

...Within ageless canyons we hold our breath. Ash clouds engulf us, survival or death? Santana stampedes, pariah unchained. ‘Tis Dante’s hellhound of Hades renamed! Chased from our homes and all ......Read the rest...

...Wildfires of fall bring us whirlwinds of flame. Black-scape throughout, life’s survival or death? Spring blooms of dogwood. Renewal sustained. Santana stampedes, she’s wicked, untamed, through ......Read the rest...

...Mariah needed to get to the Hollywood Hills She recognized this mission was her destiny Tell everyone her mother encouraged her It was 1974, when rides were free She hitchhiked from Ohio to Cal......Read the rest...

...Everyone owns a piece, a furrowed canopy casting dimness and light, a measureless magnitude of rapture and defeat. We are Prince Andrew at the battle of Austerlitz, on our backs surveying bound......Read the rest...

...A glass half-full of August pours its gold on autumn's copper turning it to bronze. The brittle Santa Ana gusts unfold to rattle omens hidden in the fronds that burst from trunks up high like a......Read the rest...

...Pro Patria Mori Missouri volunteers bit bullets, watched as Santa Ana's baggage washed their brazen hair, hip deep in the Rio Grande. The ancient river moved across the land Like slow drool d......Read the rest...

...I consider it ... with indifference, at first ... the black charcoal powder coating the sole of my boot ... I slap at it casually and watch it drift off, spinning ... Then it hits me .......Read the rest...

... Uniform bravery blue checked out before the stroke of midnight Just as my black butt inadvertently ran into a bullet fired by the nervous trigger finger of officer Fife But in the c......Read the rest...

...Seething skies like bloodshot eyes, wailing gales assailing through canyon ~ weeping fits, ember storm cries bristling tears with random abandon. East to west, unwanted guests, downsloping di......Read the rest...

...Sybil Madison (her stage name) And Bernie Dodds (real name) Weren’t nobodies. She had been in pictures, He directed And wrote a few. You remember- Those great lines in Down In Th......Read the rest...

...Palm fronds clatter in a Santa Ana wind and I am bitter as quinine. Leaves furl as the dead hands of summer and I am bitter as wormwood. The sun could burst in my anger, leaves its fl......Read the rest...