To ritualise the fog

That in mercy

Lifts

To reveal the lit
Globe burning
Life-

Proof

That mind

Is fog

And flaming hydrogen


And one

Winter lanes painted with sunlit gems-
swaying to some unseen whim
Evergreen bastions defending January-
greenery , rail-tie soldiers stand stalwart in brown scenery ..
Songbirds coaxed from their cold weather-
quarters , the sparrow , the cardinal & the -
warbler
Smoke bound for the heavens
China blue dancers tend before the mountain & the marsh
Sprinkle the steaming earth with sage , mint ,wild onion--                      
& coriander..

Death knocks at all doors
one way or another

Lurking in the shadows
waiting to pounce

The great levelling
of pride

Yes death remains
even after the dead are buried.