Burned Again

I
 saw smoke again this morn,
as I have not in three years,
It's my having burned again.

Amarylis December burst,
as did I. Crowning.
three days now, the flower
I could never have foreseen.
the key to the kingdom
is nigh. Strange days,
and still, I stare into the
void. to hold that mirror
steady is a feat. Must
watch to the end.