“The wind broke through in front of you”
“Resonance buds” (imagination floods)
“To sketch and align”
The wind broke through A way through the woods in front of you Now you knew Resonance grew Imagination floods too And you sketch to align A different form and sense of time To sketch and align The wistfulness of another time Autumn’s ephemeral shrine Each day a sign To glory in decline As a twinkling gold mine And see in all things true The fresh wind become you