Falling Inward

There is little more here than a blur.
Emergent stirrings in the shallows.
Unseen, the excavations of beauty
From the unfathomable physicality of life.

Fragile blooms.
The body I sleep with. Wake with.
The vanities of spring.
The languor of summer.
Autumn’s warning.
Winter’s threnodies.
The erasures of time.

Here are the strange harvests of the image and free verse
From the rising ecstasies of snow falling on a restive lake,
To the mysteries of the earth,
Falling inward.