The Four Storms

Air ----

your ghost moans in beige,

pulls my hemline to my waist,

then blame my small frame

Water ----

your soul foams of sage,

fuels the tempest, rides the waves

their beads of limeade

Fire ----

your smoke spells my name,

cursive font, electric flames,

this wrath with blue veins

Earth ----

your snow melts the plains,

March frost, to a humid May,

that maze of mauve haze