Sparks

Eyelashes dance
Unseasonable glow
Birchbark askance
Hung gently with snow

Streets quiet still
Pillowtop resting firm
Cold window sills
Old house bleeding therms

Essential the start
Fired a thousand cannon
Heated water tart
Recklessly aban'on

Calligraphy bound
Leathery blanket
In silent sound
A treas'ry rank fit

Commission a fire
How hot it must glow
From sparks redirected
Toward which I row