I create

Through this wandering red line

I create

Summers ticking under

Endless blue shores

The coolth of the

Evening round a long

Dinner table

Conversation

Laughter intense wonder

As the worlds emerge

Grow, glow and explode

Fiery cataclysms of

Joy and escape and

Deepest

Connect.

I create

Billowing frost laden air

In gulping breaths searing

Crackling grass beneath cold

Boots and the glint of

Wan moonlight on the

Solitary field, the roaming

Contemplation

Of mist and missed

The season, the

Sun, the solace.

I create

Faint seedlings waving so

Gently in the sunstorm

Of a spring that

Will open on the land

And the scurry of the

Birdlets swiftly grabbing

Grubs before me as I

Turn the soil

My mind, my sole detritus.

Simple, still expansive,

Life in all its riches

I becoming, yes is

Coming as I

Create.