Simple Theories

  Winter settled in, conglomerate. Grape leaves browned expertly to the end . A constitution settled facts, a moment of frisson. You recognized the imminence of laying low. Lower still in a cold field. Transitory streams turn breathless, the imagination absconds. Did you expect all death, sweeping plenty, or just possibilities of loss. Youth is impossible. Crows stack upon cold winds, culling flight from the air. Exemplars fade into forensic duty. Such words have never before been possible. A poem on these rocky shores seems, just seems. Attitude towards the sun marks solstice, even so. And this is as quiet as you can become, listening as always. Now recognize day as a simple patch.

  Grey naturally arises in collaborative disdain and coloring. The frantic pace of bold coloration inundates transition. Grey reprints intending. You will have time for frolic later. Perhaps trees will turn colours at some peaking time. The spectrum opens for you, but it starts with grey, like you did. Your blending could enlarge for, perhaps, the hastening of dawn. Personal question. Grey tears open, as it happens. A day bears the looseness of spending. Shadows exist possibly. Dawn at the pace of day makes grey available. If you would only listen, cardinal in a tree.

  Capstone of voice in the immediate electing of momentary republic. Small like a noun, efficient as grass, house sparrow peppers the active precinct. Your every peep offers its own grunt to the live landscape. You can scatter as seeds. The parliament you will enjoy includes the skills of whirling. Bustle fosters. The next trireme leaving the bay will be the first, while somehow Language began. Keep calm legionnaire and Leave that feeling of coming home for the chorus. You aren’t a republican. You are always home.