About Me
In springtime frost cascades in gutters as A thousand falling tears of shifting stone Might fall when fleeting restoration has In blushing flesh ensconced the sterile bone. This flesh will melt like snowflakes into dust; Such fragile microcosms must collapse- But even ancient forests will combust And grow from drifts of continents are seen To bounce, in slow eternal cycles' eyes; Cavorting constellations all careen In steady circles through the inky skies... Such eternal cycles are never through; Through all our changes, I'll always love you!