Reaches for me
Then for the sky
Not at all content
With her lowly lot
Seeks to climb the shore
Or sunders self
Evaporates
Obtains a cloudy high
Though just a mist (as liquid falls to Earth)
Flows back as river to the sea
Not at all content
With her lowly lot
Seeks to climb the shore
Or sunders self
Evaporates
Obtains a cloudy high
Though just a mist (as liquid falls to Earth)
Flows back as river to the sea
Ordered chaos
Flurry of growth
Fluid
Thick
Wherever opportunity
Permits
And often
Where it seems not
The Earth
Our home
Bedrock beneath
Space above
But solid ground
Spins us round
Cycles of life
Always turning
Or so I think
Reminded by
The tides of seas
The tides of light
As moon circles I
As I circle sun
Not choice
Nor fate
All that is
Circles round
In ebb and flood
I set down roots
On which to stand
There hold on dear
Draw in the land
A single flower
Still held in bud
Though petals fall
Onto the pond
They tarry there
Before they sink
And come to rest
To where they’ll feed
Next season’s bloom