causing fires in the Catalina night
smoldering, burning all in sight
the peaks ablaze, too many to fightthunder crashes, shaking the room
I start counting--getting to two
where's the rain, I smell its fumes
outside flowers loose their blooms
the wind ripping limbs from trees
bringing nature to its knees
howling, swirling, leaves set free
worse than weathermen did foresee
in the morning, nice and fresh
all the washes running yet
ashes are the remnants left
rain removing the fire's threat
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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