moments of the past 

kicked into the long grass

a warm early-summer’s day

May: gold petals

For God’s sake, 

stormy-autumn

later, flurries of snow

melted by

body heat

frozen snow

tumbling-heaps

leaves  

red, gold, brown

crisp-crackle underfoot

old ghosts lose their threads

lose their heads, again

fragile, thin

thin-like skin

echoing the savage-faded-newly-dead

memories-lost, storm-tossed

dust-motes float,

like 

gossamer,

webs

glitter in the rain

words thought,

but never said,

misrule-misled,

in the eye of the storm

a moment of calm,

old-ghosts finally-fled,

the heart of the storm

thunder-clapped, heaven-scent,

storm-sent, winds

blow me back to kingdom-come,

Lost-time’s silent beating drum

reminds me of you,

again