I shall not fashion

Molten steel to

Fix lone phrase

In seabed.

Though made of
Solid sod

An airy humus
Spirals

On thermals

To kiss

An orange

Sun

~
A fire built within

We come together
we break apart

A wind that blows past
and does not return

Carnival of light
moving colors
in the overcurrent

Where is heaven above?

You'll only hear
the hummingbird
skyward bound

Before finally combusting
somewhere in
the upper atmosphere

The resulting cloud
is probably still up there
— more proof that it pays
to shoot for the stars
~

Hey, What an incredible moment!
I wanted to exclaim, at least once.
That was my  only wish,
but it never came!

All night it rained
and water coursed

through the downspouts
like blood through our veins

this morning
a red leaf leftover from the fall

floats

in one of the many finger lakes
that was once our backyard

and does pirouettes
in a water ballet all its own