aurorae

Bubbling on the brink of change,
the atmosphere bloomed like the patchwork
 skirt she had sewn the youngest
 of her pack.
Divided between light
and dark, each bud-patterned patch
sewn deliberately, the thread filled with wanderlust
and two-toned copper questions about who.

Rushing love drenched a whole mercury
'till it leaked Poppies and white
Hydrangeas as big
as cumulus clouds that formed amidst
steadfast peaks of meringue-topped mountains
while Helios slowly burned the wisps
into transparent air.  

The mother looked toward the seraphim, her eyes widened and filled
with glints of mica. When she opened her mouth,
golden rays arrowed through the sunlit air, 
off the compass and into
the palms of her child.
While day-dreaming, 
her head dropped lightly
to a small mound of warm dirt in the middle
of her primordial garden.