F-Stop Magic, by Sterling Warner

Time lapse cameras capture
heavenly maelstroms, starlight
streaking night skies like raindrops
falling in phosphorescent stripes
that flash as brightly as fireflies
piercing clouds, setting them aglow;
dewdrops on tree branches reflect
brilliant electrical discharges
before they flicker like faerie wings
losing their dragonfly luster, spreading
enchanted dust, surfing on airstreams
that mingle then blend with evening mists
shake off a cosmic mantle, fade behind
hills quenching its kaleidoscope glory.