santa ana wind

summer has come to an end.
the santa ana winds. blow in.
to multiply fires. ceasing winter’s desires.

i remember when.
one santa ana wind. had my heart pinned.
safely within. mended
to her shirt.
we were floating around. always attached.
through the joy. and
the hurt.

i was her stepping stone.
to a new and improved life.
but when i stepped on her stone.
i discovered a mine.

so i exploded.

no big deal.
i learned how to feel.

but the remnants of winter.
years later.
always begin with the scent
of the santa ana wind.