sifting skies (12/1/25)

today grew out of nothing
and within a few hours
become fully-grown,
fully-fledged,
out of the earth
up through the soil
pushing aside decaying leaves
last year’s litter and windfalls
discarded strewn,
taking a shape
perfecting lines
edges defined
frames realigned
shifting between
the light and the shade
sifting and sculpting
emerging, submerging
noises and sounds,
the lost become found
fanning out
in ripples and waves
an ocean of
random mutations
expressive impressions
impressive expressions
unfolding, combining
infilling, colliding
turning and yearning
in on itself
warp is a weft
is an outside and in,
the simple of complex
edges breathing to flex
falling into the sky
that endlessly flies
in the face of
the foibles of time.

© 2025 robert greig