Featured Poem: November, 2019

This poem is from the fire season last year, and next year.

Diablo Winds

The sky’s bruised flesh,
apricot with a haze of green.

Smoky, harsh air
a cataract over the hills.

Bristlecone and Bishop pines
the ash-covered ground.

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