Walking into school a few days ago, I noticed the morning sun splayed on a row of tall pines. Immediately, with my mind’s eye, I spied young dragons soaking in dawn, wings spread – bold and wild.
As Dragons Rise
Dawn shimmers on the great pines,
dripping as syrup from limb to bough,
where a conflagration of dragon-lings
perch with spread wings,
embracing the east, thinning
the sludge of ancient blood
as heat spawns a new breath,
immortality and smolder.