The wheels of tribulation
Turn full circle,
Seek solace seen by starlight
In a blanket of earth;
A reincarnation
Of simple truth.

On this sacrosanct morning,
With the trees shedding;
Their petals, veined,  
Crispy brown, wind-blown.
I fall into quiet.

I pursue a solitary silence,
A vigil of sorts,
Among a brotherhood
Of loss.
Holding close the solace
Of a vicious wounding
That will blow
This petty world
Apart.