Fire Lily
In honor of the anniversary of the Palisades and Eaton fires.
The flames began sinister, gently licking their way up hillsides, transforming ancient oaks and palms into monolithic roman candles. Chewing toyon to dust and sage to powder. Yellow hillsides gasped then collapsed into cinders. Sparks flew migrating like butterflies from tree to tree. I wept as legions of sunflowers surrendered their wild beauty in what seemed to be some ancient offering. Their bodies ascending as they turned to smoke. *** When it was over I returned to gardens of concrete. My hands traced the broken pieces of what was once my home. Nearby amongst the ash a patient fire lily revealing her tender petals flares skyward dazzling a scorching, blazing red. Nearly invisible, astounding. After decades of waiting, her moment finally. Here.


A beautiful and worthy heartfelt honoring of something so tragic. Loving you and your words. xo
Stunning, absolutely.