As I steep in this loneliness
ripples of stagnancy
wrinkle remnants of past
where skinny shadows
swallow moments of today

how little glints of my eyes
metamorphosed into unloved cinders
in this autumnal radius
of shelved senescence
from where needles of yew
caress nearly dead blooms

daisy origami hewed by time
tumbled from precipices of barrenness...