let these be simpler times.
let the heart spin with the clockwise tide.
let the ground be firm and nourishing.
like the bones of the trees revealed,
soul is dancing forward,
fresh and formed in the waning light;
a silhouette of possibility.
like the leaf mush begging for snow
to bury what has been,
molecular magic will break life down
to the essential and the good.
in these, the simpler times.