Bonfyre on End Hill

A-shard-drop etch of frozen beam -

a-glance the hill;

across and beyond the hollow.

Crisp undone.

Memory of fire-smoke:

apple

Norway maple.

A promise of fountains

and rockets;

red and green imps

and wisps adrift

across the mountain

to Mars’ risen presence.

All hung out for wakeful bairns,

and yet: they dream.