grief

capricious wind direction shifts
cold spirit gusts inward
on soul fire embers sparking hope
so ready to warm and cheer yet
body flames up bright to burn so beautiful
to crumbling ash in a body shape
of weightless silver feathers
holding solidity because
for now there is neither fire nor wind
but maybe empty space is light enough
for flight to another mystery
or maybe ash sinks earthward, germinates
fuel for another's fire