Firebird

Rushes down in a rare feat of combustion

Snowtrace

Rests frosty tendrils on the air above hard ground

Emitting a fog that gently creeps among everything

Undergrowth

Pushes voracious roots through itself

Breaking — green light through green light out to yellow light in the sun

A dance of brambles and demure petals

And soft, soily leaves that sway in eternal sigh

And combustion

Oblivion

Void of negative blackness, weightless, sheer absence

Plastered onto presence in the sweltering sun

Swing air currents across broken wings

Fill holes of mouths gaping

The sea and the trees

Anchored down to themselves

Tremble in a slow measure of stable existence

Here lie still, Serene

Here all nature lies still, Serene