Field of Fire
An ebullient distraction
melts into my soul,
a thermalized meadow
of orange ablaze.
Field-dancing triumph
"We win!" they chorus,
uniform majesty
omniscient in nature.
A sultry surrounding
unstated existence,
heated and febrile
lost hidden secret.
As the breeze dusts the florid
sanguine petals,
a simple rejoicing
transforms for one moment.