What catalogue of arts perverse
Stages fireworks in reverse,
Pushing snowballs out of trees
To sparkle like a falling frieze,
Sunlight shining through the crystals
Of the snowflakes’ raining pistils,
Exploding stars of colored mist
Shaken by the solar wrist,
The way a meteor in death gives birth,
Bringing heaven down to earth,
Our more pedestrian displays
Mocking this haphazard blaze
Which, unlike a manmade rocket’s gyre,
Isn’t artifice, but fire.

Monday, December 9th, 1996, 11:16 a.m.
Tippet Alley
Finished 11:44 a.m.