California In Heat...
It is twilight and the temperature is high,
Palm fronds and star jasmine rustle,
The San Diego breeze is in off the Pacific,
Up the Valley up to wine country,
It ends just past our street,
The first stars jewels above,
Fading sunset falling behind the Santa Ana mountains.
I am lost in the sky,
Hearing stories of smoke and embers,
Fire tornadoes and running feel,
Hercules flies an airplane,
Praying for rain.
I could go a thousand places or none,
But this is my night,
My place,
Final stand perhaps,
This is now home.
For all the exaggerating,
There is nothing quite like it,
California In heat.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 08/27/2020