Light as air, Roger! Here's mine. A bit too stolid perhaps.
The Bonfire and the Compost Heap
I coruscate and flash.
My consequence is ash.
I brood in quietude.
I am a multitude.
Here, there and everywhere.
I dance as light as air.
I brood. I breathe a breath
Of life, and life in death.
I am the great bow-bender
Who lives and dies in splendour.
The more you fret and shout,
The sooner you go out.
My arrows light the sky.
They purge and purify.
But I remain, in rain
And sun, in sun and rain.
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