feel the skin warmth
shrinking from the coming
bite
smell the flower breath
sighing from the day's
exertions
stop all that there is
and watch
this sky-fire
reaching higher
into brooding heavens
the edges of which are
gilt
laced with flame
hiding the depth of
darkness to come
the body of cloud
laden with
tears
to be released when
the source seeks solace
beyond this piece of earth
and the beauty is
spent
BY JEANETTE JONES
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