here, leaves fall, released and free

the ease of light and gravity

deeper than the edge of life.

you are the sun, jay bird

if we are similar to those dark-matterinos,

it is in the way light and dark are similar.

Two parts of a whole, perhaps.

ours is a romance of quiet companionship

Maybe we can...

counting days until the next vacation…

Cosmos and earth are not two…

Trees traverse these fragile years

beetles fill the deepest cracks…

A turn to matters of spiritual guidance

is not the talk we thought we’d have.

and now we have entered the darker time

through misted silk, branches suspended…

the end

dark cycle…

spores burst, set free

like sparks from a fire…

many tribes diverge

from one origin…