A subtle, secret motion seen
as stillness moves
delight.
Across the knowing tell of eves whose Autumn
leaves beg night.
To breathe out solemn pleas that bleed the fulsomeness of
quiet
these indices indicative
deciding joy
compliant.
This augered Fate of hidden trysts with Self of selves
well known,
to silt the rainswept rich descent of Earth not far as
Home.
