Flames edit fallen branches
smoke underlines the sky;
we let our plans grow smaller
and watch assumptions die
Sparks vote for brief rebellion
then join the ash’s choir;
we learn that bright is borrowed
and humble builds the fire
Stories climb the same ladder
to sit where stars can hear;
we pass around the courage
and sweeten it with cheer
When embers turn to grammar
and every clause is true—
what’s left is simple present:
I’m here with autumn you