The Master

Master of the domain, with a command on his lips.
Face etched in concentration, coursed with rivers of sweat.
Implements flash as what is whole becomes mere pieces.
Steam dances around the room, hot moisture fills the air.
Muffled crushing, wet snaps, and the steady clink of steel.
Sharp, tangy scents hanging elusively out of reach.
Master of the domain, obsured in a heavy haze.
Dark eyes, quick and busy, filled with determination
Movements rhythmic in the oppressive ocean of heat.
Bubbling water, a sizzle, and the woomph of fire.
Thick exotic fragrance, intertwined with the familiar.
Master of the domain, orchestrating each moment.
Hands carved of experience, and strengthened with success.
Taking all the fragments, creating a masterpiece.

Shape Shifter

Flowing, pure and crystalline.

Falls, untouchably fragile.

Shifting, unattainable.

Drifts in ethereal flight.

Hides frozen and translucent.

Symphony

The wind was conducting the sunrise today,

in a burst of flamboyance that's just fall's way.

Ascending a backdrop of frost bitten blue,

sun's first breath of warmth lit a rich crimson hue.

When wind cued applause for such glorious light,

trees replied with enthusiastic delight.

Dizzy confetti leaves escaped from the trees,

happily spinning and dancing on the breeze.

Then a brand new day was expertly unfurled,

as noble sun rose to beam down on the world.

Memories

Love a dozen-hundred-thousand.

Rain bows, pitter shatter.

Boy's toys, toy boys.

A circle a cycle.

Mistake, recycle.

Merry go round and round.