On the horizon grows a season’s robes.

Faint at first, her hem glides and slides

through crystal haze. A murmur, a caress follows.

She spins gossamers of quilted colours,

rich in seams, through the tranquil twilight

of autumn’s peace rusting in the breeze.


Remembrance lingers in the mellifluous sighs

that kiss-chase the departing whispers

of promises left traced on sentient trees.

She spindles beyond her barren years,

gathering sways of a thousand chandelier sequins

dancing in the wooded roof atop towering boughs.


An appearance awaits behind the lifting veil.

Dressed for the occasion, the new arrival leaves.

ebirth: A Mosaic