Passion’s Contrails


Soaring through flames,
the unseen regenerates
this existence largely ephemeral,
knowing parts burned yesterday
beget births of tomorrow.

So rises Nature's persistent voice,
this whispered echo of all before,
trumpeting previews of all to come.

Like winged seeds
ascending high above the ash,
sparks ignite frigid unknowns,
enjoining other swirling readiness
high within us.

Time knows

Hunger's searing tempest
embraces icy conflict,
releases teardrops once frozen
to nurture yet again
another loving garden,
even as passion’s contrails
wait patiently.

So happens…

Passions ignited by Nature’s abundant display