24 Million Hours

~ i search for moth ashes ~

Image — anonymous public domain

Years ago,

I saw forsythia bloom

out of season.

Monsoon clouds

could’ve been

a slab of labradorite.

Labradorite?

A nebula pulsating.

lightning runs and

glows, runs and glows

the rest is an indigo

greygreen world.

Conundrums

chase each other

I see communion.

clouds do that too…

Silly me!

Science knows all, fool.

Out of season

Forsythian gold

erupted against

a backdrop of monsoon

bluegrey.

And I

in a chartreuse

and cobalt

Maleficent-collared dress

resplendent as sunbeams

on viridescent leaves.

Some colors

can’t be left behind

in time