She sees leaves colour ground unfound by the celebrants;
she knows:
Gold survives in severed hearts, parted, fragments,
dying arts of business- contracted beneath Winter stars -
enterprise between angels,
those who left here long ago...
Here times ten,
her Soul must try again to intertwine with
Gold and Silver piano keys...
stiff repertoire - dance her Soul in frozen forest...
She wonders whose Dream...
~~~~
all you see in Tranquil, these Days:
leaves painting frozen earth;
revival arrives - yes! - weaves
tiny firey exhalations upon sinking floor;
in Time?
Time?
Time for the games now? The Hour
for jubilating magic raking
leaves ?
~~~~~~~~~~~~
her Soul must try again to intertwine with
Gold and Silver piano keys...
stiff repertoire - dance in frigid frozen forests
to conjure back the jewel-ed melodies
