California Fires
( Sonnet)




There's smoky tendrils carried on the wind
From fire in the California hills.
As their very expensive homes are thinned,
No one laments the wildlife it kills.

Each year it seems the story is the same,
The flames consume vast stretches of the state.
Officials wonder where to place the blame,
As homeowners ponder property's fate.

Whole neighborhoods sadly destroyed by fire.
With families left bereft of all they own,
Their shattered dreams consumed in burning pyre,
The victims face their tragedy alone.

Takes years before the scenery is replaced,
And clear financial burdens that they faced.