The proportion of seasons

just about the shape of things, and the connection between beauty, form, and freedom.

The proportion of seasons turn,

colors folded on colors

more beautiful, more free,

on the warm sweet wind;

 

The procession of bee's and honey,

pass the isles of hanging peaches,

returning like wax after the flame 

to a frozen grave. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

working on formal structure still