Slides to my eye

The sky looks greyer
But at its height it’s well lit
Annoying the clouds
Clouds depend on wind
They have no engines inside
No pollution

Low orange sunshine
Slides to my eye through acer
Light and shade make art

Each large shrub is dumb
Each darkness is different
Birds  can have a choice

Holly is much loved
Prickles protect the feeblest
Bold eagles  just glare

The eyes of  mothers
Give heart,encourage babies
Or they may destroy.

Who were the gorgons?
Who has not felt numbed by glare?
Who has not frozen?

If we do not melt
We might shatter into shards
Flying to pieces

Inside our own skin
We are not a unity
We are a jigsaw

Or we are dry bones
To be burned in glowing coals
Our spirit will  rise

As God lit a bush
It burned without destruction
An eternal flame

Burning is confused
Alchemists were never fools
Wisdom was evoked