Are the seasons falling behind today?
or are the trees growing in reverse?
rotations or cycles?
as we lay rested in our beds
our heads are a mess with dwindling thoughts and desires
like fresh off a rose we fall like petals to the ground
searching for water in desert like storms
angry birds flock to feed upon the ones left behind
so the summer now comes after fall
and spring comes after summer
and winter is like the universe set on repeat.