The sky crackles and thunders with short rolling pops:
Colors explode and spiral, both afar
And terrifyingly close —
Merely across the road, opposite the silhouetted trees
That separate me
From the neighbors
Who shoot off combustibles
In this deep cold of winter
To celebrate the death of a year
And face forward like Janus
Towards a new life of hopeful health and change.
The sky crackles and thunders
With short rolling pops:
Colors explode and spiral upwards
From the ground,
Towards the clouds,
Lighting the dark sky with vivid flashes,
And creating their own cloud
Of spicy smoke residual
Against which the luster bounces
Reflecting the light’s absorption deeper into the sky
Burning with vibrant color coruscate.
Firework photos capture the light and movement in the night.