hue

of scarlet

see the moon

a teasing illusion to my eyes

and here on earth the willows wail

an allusion of gilded hair raining low

harmlessly an elusive trait unto the dawn

summarily all other poets see only char,

bleak, basics

until it is revealed in the sun’s desired

light

until concentrations so formidable,

a dismal tempest

blackens

I consecrate

rushing on piercing squalls

and dare any visuals that risk reward