silver tinsel sliding from angel palms
to slicken evergreens and other greens, 
white oaks, red maples, hydrangea-blue poms,
my vision rapt with heaven’s garland strings --

When ribbons of rain thin as fishing line fall 
from hosts of rods in the sky, casting, catching 
rainbows in their threaded, shimmering haul,
my pulse entangled and splashing --

When champagne streamers spill from glistening,
sun-scented fountains, filling the tender
flower flutes with honeyed nectar, fizzing
my soul – 	sublime-stoked, I seize the ember.

Burning, I haggle with poetry’s muse,
drunk and in debt to ephemeral views.