Clockwork of Random Design
Advent is a dervish of down and leaves,
of birds gone south, trees letting go:
shadows frame the world in lavender.
Seasons adjust to axis and latitude;
we practice solstice rites whose sun
turns away on the promise of return.
Modern magi, we search the sky
for manifest miracles, metaphors
in stardust and cosmic mystery.
Autumn’s feast is eclipsed by heaven’s
debris; winter whispers its epiphany:
time bends heaven toward a creche.
Advent is a dervish of down and leaves,
of birds gone south, trees letting go:
shadows frame the world in lavender.
Seasons adjust to axis and latitude;
we practice solstice rites whose sun
turns away on the promise of return.
Modern magi, we search the sky
for manifest miracles, metaphors
in stardust and cosmic mystery.
Autumn’s feast is eclipsed by heaven’s
debris; winter whispers its epiphany:
time bends heaven toward a creche.
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