As you threw things into the fire
I felt the smoke becoming a prayer
In my mind each piece had a color
And they stacked upon one another
like the sunset. 

Redbud             Cinnamon Broom
  Russian Sage                       A Rosebush

Moon rise, worm moon
in a bowl of liquid gold
gleaming froth 
of dreamy rainbow bog

My mind is on fire with music
and a thirst for knowledge 
I’m not sure what primordial place
it comes from

The light grasses catch on fire
we catch weed blaze in a bowl
The buckets we couldn’t pull apart
are full of holes
making them handy sieves for
even distribution of droplets

Silhouetted portraiture 
in green and pink and daffodil
colored light
Peach and magnolia blossoms 
preen like the last glimpse of life

The excitement of spring 
is a freshly wound string
around a yo-yo world