Even as the day just now

Turns icicles to dripping lights,

Stars boomeranging off of boughs,

Triangulating from the heights


In a coruscating daze

To end in earthbound hues,

Prismatic solar wraiths

That with the frozen gutter fuse,


Arrayed in jeweled stalactites

Sprung from frozen rays of sun, -

This confused and blinding sleight

Of hand, where evaporation


Wrings miracles from the clouds,

Leaves just tourist souvenirs

Of sky’s enormous shrouds,

Of perturbations in the spheres


Where transparent space surrounds

The very fire it erodes

And puts the air on solid grounds,

With whose facets it explodes.