Cycle



A circle,

A closed whole,

Perpetual motion,

Cycle of Fate.



Ohm of my o,

Obvious shape,

Mouth in motion,

Offering. Open.



Ripple and swirl,

Centre unfurl,

Moon then Sun,

The end that's begun.




Deep Winter - second draft

The water breaks; A bird's wing, Shafts and quills intact along the shards of ice. Too heavy to lift, I tip the basin up and water drain...