Petrichor (Earth)
Wet leaves on the ground
made a big magic mattress
to thaw my stiff life
Iridescence (Sky)
A jet left contrails
Like coke lines on a blue board
Clouds made disco lights
Love letters (Fire)
I fed the red flames
sheaths of evidence that showed
the death of my pride
Swoosh (Wind)
Grasses and branches
shook and swayed, delivering
love notes from above
Lost (Water)
My wounded soul slept
drinking solace from the pure
purrs of old rivers