It’s hot and dry
in the Sierras
like a blowtorch.
The wind in the puckered oaks
sounds like a raging fire.
There’s smoke standing in the air
like the unseen presence
of a dragon.
It’s hot and dry
in the Sierras
like a blowtorch.
The wind in the puckered oaks
sounds like a raging fire.
There’s smoke standing in the air
like the unseen presence
of a dragon.