What had
seemed so solid falls away
seeds loosen
pulled on threads along winds
plump leaves
thin and collapse around their spines
flowers dry
into tangle-dotting knots
New gifts appear
in the spaces
tiny lizards
freed from their spirited eggs
bask in low sun,
stalks brandish new colours
flagging change
across a mutable blue
What we think
we know can easily crumble
and suddenly
feel as fragile as shells broken
into sand.
Yet sand becomes essential
transfigured
by the lizards into wintering burrows
6th October 2019
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