fire

begin from the end.
as dawn turns toward dark dusk
so to the journey.

the sun offers gifts.
my skin bathes in its glory.
d for all of me.

the brackish vista.
sepia toned sour life.
sucking on lemons.

the sun’s fiery tail.
chase it over hill and dale.
not for forever.

the month of august.
impressive with summer love.
fair lady shine on.

the lower chakra
bites up my brittle old spine.
seven years anew.