Oh, to be light! - not so poem

Here, at the bridge between life and death

All normals and abnormals mix together

A head of harvest on a carcass body

We dance in and out the threshold

A wondorous transmutation, each breath

Physical senses lie less than that of the mind

All that was bleached by the summer sun

Crumbles into the snow that'll soon cover us

Beware of crumbling beyond what was bleached

For you are bound to lose yourself dancing

In the short relief this season brings

- flowersnbullets 

10.23.26