Flame of the Forest

In the red umbrella uplands
where clouds cosset the cusp
of hills in flushing rubicund
and tropical jade
and dancing upended
petticoats green...
for the bashful brilliant
sway to that watchful brume
and sweet pearl mist...
There's all of them hidden-
the winkers,
in scarlet pocket parasols
with thimbles of sand
for lovely dreaming
and wild showy wonderment.
And all in all
our flames of the forest
and all in all
the lights of tomorrow
all ready for take off.