Photograph by Jesse Van Horne of Skullflower Design Studios, 2016
Behold the Bright and Burning Things
Burning bright though soon to fade
the flames caught in this bloom parade,
we see ourselves in blazing hues
then see ourselves in fading blues.
The surge of life, mystery told
or better yet mystery unfold
til folds again and rambles round
back unto that starting ground.
We mark the passage of our time
when chasing gold, feeling sublime
is what we think we all do need
but riches bleed just like the seed.
Into some great and grand design
could not have fathomed so divine
a showing and at heights it does
unravel back into the dust.
So as your garden's glowing green
dance and gloat the flowing stream
for soon enough flowers will fade
and cycle back to dust parades.
I honor green and growing things
I honor ice, the thought it brings
I honor sun, and honor moon
behold the fanning of the flume.