Amalie@kua

All I know

Is this is a winter I don’t know

All the crow know

Stand’n on open leaf

Cock’n head in disbelief

Is this winter she don’t know

"Some say the world will end in fire." Robert Frost's line echoes in my head, quickening my heartbeat and breaths, as if I should just give up and succumb to the soils surrounding us.

Look and Find: The world has not yet opened its wings. 

While rocks don’t grow they age

If Moon hurls ice; Sun gathers light; Mother must weave life

To love and lend me as your friend

When shadows fall and dark descends

Is your way to love, to be. 

And me? 

A tiny seed – compared to your magnificent tree

Together – and apart – we stand, over the bay,

Just two figures 

At the edge of the day.

As it collapses around us–

The lighting is sharp, piercing the bay, 

Peeling back the stroller cover unveils stars

and space 

I may never know.

A child of the universe

beginning to comprehend it.