A fair perspective eludes
a feverous desire
now devolved to a black ember,
a crumb from its former whole.

Distrust corrupted our air,
the fire uneased, wheezing and resigning
unable to persevere.

Lethargy and double thought
rendering the flame impotent
emptied of passionate blaze.
Without heat to broaden,
nor a cold to collapse.

I’ve scattered the ashes,
hopeful embers strewn
-from a dying fire,
thier final pulses
a wish for former glory.

A beauty in brevity?
a fleeting heat?
a passing passion?
A warm breeze in autumn.