happy poetry month!

self reflection; an april day

i am a beating pulse
a rhythm on a
deer-skin drum
melodic
as He hits his thumb
then fingertips
wrist
then palm.

i am a gentle crackling fire
blazing on the broken wood
the ash falls
and pieces of me
are carried
away
on the breeze

i am a desert sunset
a masterpiece each day
as He smears
colors of royalty,
in deep purple,
gold,
and red.