HAPPENINGS.
Strange that
gazing through shade to sunlit leaves
I see evergreen\'s golden-glint shades
lose a few shoots, in alchemy\'s fated
spin, to mutate in lake while weaving
anew destiny\'s shape-changing mood.
Strange that
Pooled silence then shatters in un-rest
as newt struggles with live moth-food
and as I try to watch I hear bird-rage
when thrush battles intent of cuckoo
as eggs are lost to indifferent nature.
Strange that
When mature and life-webbed Today
covets happenings bedded in endings
after beginnings that, birthed, rooted
and settled Tomorrow crumbles away.