scythe

puma-eyed moon,

upstaging orion

with its crater-flecked stare.

north always shines true.

winter field.

corn stalk skeletons

dance up noise,

and shiver

as matter is 

stripped,

and sucked,

and teased

 from their

brittle,
bony fibers.

there is no clinging.

no weeping.

watch.
be there.

the bending is fluid,
graced movement.

let go of the reins.

just
let
go.

(copyright 2011)