Ashes of LA

by Irene Daniel

I gaze out at a desert
where the sun paints the sky
in myriad dazzling hues

orange
yellow
purple
and deep, deep blues

I see nature
everywhere
I'm home
I've paid my dues

As the city of the angels
became a living hell
I knew the time had come
to don my walking shoes

The ashes of remembrance
are blowing in the wind
as my little baby Phoenix
becomes my only muse

Some ashes of my LA past
are scattered to the winds
and some remain here with me,
the Phoenix to reuse

Another zenith approaches me
and once more I will soar
but my soul lives here now
in pre-Phoenix recluse

                                                                  Copyright 2015, Irene Daniel, all rights reserved.