WINTER SONNET

The sky is a pink bruised cauliflower

Starlings. Murmurate the way our minds work

Hard- wired globules are drawn in by the core

Of plasticity- flap flap flap then glide

Collaborating to create membranes.

They keep coming! Flying, like we swim, through

The three states of matter, like lava lamps

Moving from gas to liquid to solid

Expanding- Contracting- Concentrating

Diluting- Dispersing- Coalescing

They clatter past like a sheet shucking out

When they plummet it’s like the tipping point

Of summer- a fragment of four stragglers.

We find our lost selves in such spectacles.

© Charles Smith