Quiet rabble of leaves
Against curb
Naked canopy
Rain sieve trembling
Above moss stone
At rest...
Charcoal metronome sky
Low hum of omen
Damp crows
Gathering fog of
'morrow's
flowers.

Languid vines boil
Against oak
Trunk course
Festooned with moist ghosts
Amid lush drone
At rest...
Drab conniption of limbs
Braid the whim of God... And
From below
Mine eye's upheaval,
To it's knees.