An ambit

Morning sounds
Dewy air fills
With itself
Waking up
For rain again

Here sounds are
The stakes
Me to

An ambit
Of influence
A star

Carrying fire
From sources
We’ll never know
Fire for aeons

I’m more like the
Snow which
Leaves & arrives

We both sparkle
Circling & roses
Mosses & grasses
Will grow
When we go

I can turn to rain
As tears form
From in my eyes

& with the flowers
I’ll glow

© Niliema Karkhanis

Authour’s note: for day 20 of a month of poetry 2021 & Your Daily Word Prompt ‘ambit’.

Ambit definition & etymology on wiktionary

Featured image by Tyler Lastovich from Unsplash

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