Vines
Time draws breath,
Leans, reflects,
Ponders on the quiet work
That has brought the moment forth
To burst, with colour.
Loaded on a slowing pulse,
The climbing vine is falling in
Cascades of rich abandon,
(You and I, we saw it young
Lime sprung and hung to the mercy
Of a low slung Sun,
It’s tenuous genesis in tandem
With [...]
