look out

towards latticed crust forestry

heaving

upon the tide of

heavy wind

laced in crystalline distillate

–

how sorrowful their

posture

barren in midwinter

dull and grey

–

fenced off by toasted oat

reeds

fibrous weeds flourishing

amidst the desaturated

landscape

–

at times

i believe i’m searching for color

–

that if I gaze long enough

these gunmetal grey branches

against the cold cobalt of

the open sky

appear purple

–

yet i admire the contrast

of these grandiose birds

silhouettes cast against the rain and

snow

how they stand out

floating on

unaware of their

grounded shadows

–

how the cluttered brush

matted grasses

snapped twigs and

toppled trees

harmonize

–

chaos

the mess

this natural jazz

–

everything is dancing

–

not everything knows though

how to follow the beat