Regard the way
Solemn as the drifting snow
Where the weary lay
They dainty grow

On cold stone
Drops solid white and crisp
Have angels flown
Or merely petals
Divine wind
Or law how Newton settles

Regard the way
Faint suggestion
Where the weary lay
Promise pulls
In all direction
Whimsy’s fools

Or transcendental might
Testament
Or will of wisp to tantalize the sight

Lament
Or dance a jig

Regard the way
That mourners dig
Where they the weary lay
Regard

Regard
But no too long
For whether phantom
Or celestial gong

Return solemn like drifting snow
Will find the boldest kings
Lain low
(This is)
How the scythe sings

_{Alex Weir – January 2023}