Monday, November 2, 2020
Loops completing, now set right in the sky,
their recrossings, our regressions,
just a trick of the eye
Frozen vapor-bits join with leaves, all dry,
and spiral back to earth, return
to warmth, settle and sigh
Cycles renew us, reroot us, revive;
when autumn reveals us, our bones
regrow from tears once cried
love notes
a ritual to start the work week