Form & Function

A field alight

in settling autumn,

Smoulders on

through setting suns,

Into midnights

through new moons,

Where weary grass -

The fire swoons.

Rolling wind

billows coal

into cinders,

easing pangs of old.

The tepid dirt

Under morrow’s frost

Blankets earth;

A wound now gauzed.

Three months asleep,

With dreams of terror:

Of sleeping deep

And dreaming forever.

However;

Out of habit

the cold then moves,

to a new Earth facet

and elsewhere consumes.

And where fire once bloomed,

Where fire once doomed,

Between Earth’s sinews,

The grass is renewed.