Mt. Lemmon’s Fire
Fire crept down the lofty mountains, lapped up Mt. Lemmon’s piney trees eating at the desert’s gorgeous greenery, insatiably devouring all it came to see. The sheriff, knocking on my door, said it had taken sight of me and mine. That it would soon be time to run, “You have two hours to collect the precious things you wish to save.” It haunts my soul both then and now…