Elemental – Page 38

Winter’s trees stand watch
Their last recalcitrant leaves
Heralding the spring

On the horizon,
the evening sun stretches low
beckoning the night.

Seeping like a stain
Across the fabric of time.
I am the darkness.

Silently soaring
The caresses of the wind
sweeping though my mind.

The last light of day
Paints the leafless canopy
With an auburn glow.

A vortex of blue
flame howling in the furnace
as I gather glass.

The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.

Head out the window,
Ears pinned back, jowls flapping.
That’s one happy dog.

An earthworm stranded
Upon a rain slicked sidewalk.
Shriveled doom awaits.