Summer Cirro
by Mark Renz
It's summer here in Florida.
And if the snow declines to fall
even in winter...
allow me to rise
high into the morning cirros
where supercooled molecules...
dance and perspire
forming ice crystals
and a snow so light...
the particles glide invisibly
across the shadowless blue sky
Four miles high and climbing...
then quickly dissipate
and emerge near dusk
absorbing smeary waves of light...
that search out a willing retina
set on converting the electrical impulses
into soft yellow and orange colors
Now, ain't that a purty sunset?
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