And Or Theory

The sky opened up again, breathing and uneasy with the cold held in pockets for dumping later or the almost forgotten sense of excitement after the wear of another. Another, still more! And hinting redundancies of times for the year and calmly lacking preferred order to the way things sit. Those harsh
stamps and prints telling for area the size of the differences in leaning gaits of moisture or formations of vapor. Toward the river, the smoothness this year of the rocks beneath and the festivals that mark each passing monday.

Portraits, we want still lives for dissecting the rights of movement or perfectly fit predicaments for easy measuring. The ground slopped with mounds of frozen memory and drops from the icicles left brightly shining in the warm day and soaking in the mud as they reflected. The crackling stiffness drooped and weary seeming never withstanding itself the knowledge aghast apart a moment for timing from refraction of these elements impossible for themselves and avoided in the annual dropped seeds and shallow root systems.

Withered away at the nodes for budding, grafts of flesh and raking instead after it’s almost winter forever again. Suddenness changes and altitudes of exchange for wind patterns and stratified alternative tones to the highest reaching tufts of visibility and lowly sunken heave disappearing before the early lengths of light sink back from shadow. The rotting flesh of soil turning to the restless shoots of green and succulent in sudden pronouncements of stark fortitude.

Thawing to small creeks running off clear drainage scarring in hillsides and from lengths and lengths of branching systems intermingled and drinking from the soaked revnant while glared at in bright intensity. Restlessness carves harshly the wreathing slightly warming ground just free of its frost patterns clung tight to bark. Dirt showing through the early thawing weight of water forming clumps
and distortions of sky in lengths of reflection.

Dry cold wind taking in hard grasps from the gaps left traversing lines or gentle curves, jagged ledges and hard faces against the flurries. Drug parts of old dead greenery and watched the tall annuals bent over their seed pods now empty. Removed entirely: the ground still holding buried and young sopping with the moisture, bracing against the freezing weather.

Excitedly boring into the dull heavy and wet season, counted on seeds not numbered or perfectly free from those strongholds of old growth. All of the places these last years should already have drug into each other in the newness of the same chores missing the calculated reasons for staying to a place or
understanding restlessness. Storage these mounds of soil carrying nutrients to stems of excitement to digest and reafirm in the infirmity of firmament.

Placation: this between lengths shedding or regrowth, the hillsides grown with bright flourish and dark forest brightly lit in green to the harsh foregrounds beating out drifts of snow that suddenly melt to water on the ground.

The movement of the foreground
sheds off the weight of the color of the hillside, the impossible feeling cheer in the pockets of sunlight glimmering in faint reminiscence of the pine needles heavy with moisture and sunlight or melting in patterns of shadow to the frozen depths and that tremendous weight of boughs in wind patterns of layered icicles.