THE BURNING DAYS

Its hard to see the mountains
through the smoky haze,
fire scent hangs in the air,
brings fear to the observing gaze.

Houses reduced to
blackened rubble,
strong hot winds
indicate more trouble.

Balls of flames
fly through the air,
treetops are burning
everywhere.

Highways closed,
water conserved,
development receives
what it deserves.

Trying to take over
the untameable land,
will humankind
ever understand,

Mother Natures’
indiscriminate ways,
as we look back upon
the burning days.

Morganpoet