The beacon flashes
yellow-bright
above
the grass
disappears
darts in
the boxwood hedge
shines a faithful call
like Portland light
signing to those
afloat
toward
its harbor
The light flames
yellow-bright
beside ash bark
circles
reappears
in
swaying limbs
winks for a partner
like a hearth fire
murmuring
come
to
me
The lights glow
and glow
around
the leaf tips
appear
waltz
together
glide skyward
like winged stars
blinking
gleaming
back
to heaven