It is said a picture is worth a thousand words.
But there is a vision I see, transformed by the mind that I seem unable to share.
Or convey in its full complexity.
Cold to the touch, a steely blue flame has rendered the whole world into a fiery blaze.
Eyes begin to ache from the torch of red, orange, yellow and gold.
Yet you crave more.
To the point where you think there are too many trees in the forest getting in the way of seeing.
High above it all
Kokopelli puts down his flute.
The fire will be over soon.
Time to come home and prepare for the winter.
With a vision transformed and held in the mind.