Spare Change

squared dreams
in a book of changes
where the ice
as I write...

life becomes
the escapement
and mocking stares
dare note the strange
where shocking glares
coat faces of the nonbeliever

“….. we need fire …..”

dragons write to find her
as the year turns sound

nine ancients knew
this would come around

“….. and so it follows .....”
that they came to ground.

Imagine, Dragons...
it might be time, to glow

" a Dragon turns to the sun
curves to undo the undone
returning to recover a round
motion of a nations mind... "

" Welcome to the new age... "

it's the work of my heart
born of Nature to be art

" ... for I'm alive ... "
as the immortal part
of Grace.