is thought awake
or just a picture to a wakeful state
failing us
into the risk of knowing
the take of leave
a leaf that wanes
on the wither of a stowing breeze
carried to her seed
on the heel of a fickles mind
by the seek of his grounded harrow
a meadows hang
on the tenants tell tales wonder
advent on the shimmy
of her seasons *****
a braze on the heat
of a weathers mulling think