Desolatio

Awakening winter
Petal even in its bereavement
Grief even in its root

Cumbersome soil
Appearing into tower
Standing fast

All is far away
The feeble light
Is devouring fog

Hollow vacancy
Within those archways
Alive decay

We edge away
And approach
In the lostness

Until falling asleep
Slowly becomes lace

Privacy
In the mute falming
Of the universe

Desolation