I had gone to sleep
after many restless nights.
Fighting fires in my head
and anxieties of an alarming threat.
But in my dream, I began to see
an apocalyptic calamity.
It was dark in amber and orange filled the sky.
There was no sun, no hover of clouds, no wind, and no rain,
not even a single critter of rabbits and squirrels
nor hum of the birds or the chirp of the crickets.
But instead, I saw a disturbing sight
of eerie silence from the outside.
When all were still and very daunting
it felt ominous and quite haunting.
What happened? Why was this in my dream? I say.
In a panic, I shook and tried to push the image away.
I felt a gentle nudge of someone beside me.
My husband with all concern
thought best to bring me to reality.
I blinked my sleepy eyes away
and breathed out a sigh of grateful relief.
I was dreaming, no need for cause or concern
for nothing I had imagined really came to be.
Until I glanced outside the window next to my bed
And there I saw the crimson color instead.
On September 9, 2020, Wednesday, the San Francisco bay area experienced a surreal and apocalyptic-looking day, when the sky turned orange from the haze of the surrounding fires that haunted the State since the beginning of August.