Solar Fire

Placidly sailing in the vast ocean
of pacific blue, the winter sun
has taken command of the sky. A
convoy of crows streak noisily through,
flinging themselves across the still
expanse of the afternoon, triumphant
in existence. Crowning the nude 
forest canopy, its brilliance
sparkling through the landscape,
the sun's searching fingers of light
glow on the snow-heaped forest floor,
the setting sun torching tree trunks
in a glory of solar ice-conflagration.