Ascents and descents scatter the skyline

Chronicled timelines, inked highs and lows

Morning mist collected in clear jars, held up to the afternoon sun

Sunlight warms yesterday’s moments, mixing past and present

My father’s voice drifts in and out, never alone

Peaks and valley traversed

He walks by my side



The sky’s long arm sweeps the clouds aside

Allowing a blank canvas to emerge

Streaked tails reach out

Stretched as far as possible before the burst

Leaving imprints for all to view

Staggered brilliance illuminates the sky

A visual orchestra, a salvo of feelings released

The crescendo turns night to day

A moment of awe follows

As dandelioned sparks float slowly down

Silently expiring into the night