Even as the day is now 

Turning icicles to dripping lights, 

Boomeranging stars from boughs,

Triangulating from the heights


A coruscating daze

That ends in earthbound hues,

Prismatic solar wraiths 

That with the frozen gutter fuse,


Arrays of jeweled stalactites

Sprung from frozen rays of sun, -

This confused and blinding sleight 

Of hand, where evaporation


Wrings cyclones from the clouds,

Leaves just tiny souvenirs

Of sky’s enormous shrouds,

Of passion in the spheres, 


Where transparent space surrounds

The very fire it erodes

And puts the air on solid grounds,

With whose facets it explodes.