Two Spheres

Two Spheres

It ends, as it began
A final, crisp, cut-glass coat
On grass and branch and leaf
Cold sky and burning sun conspire
A frosted fire, and beneath, the ground
Once ice-hardened, turns to mud
Boots churn, land slips, puddling of water
Dripped from dew once crystalline
Month after month, frozen in time and space
Microscopic symptoms of an interplanetary skew
Forces immeasurable, reflected in the infinitesimal
Quantum tangled with the angle between two spheres
One super-heated and the other, lost, depleted
Fostered within a vastness it could never displace
But, then, nature, uncaring of its cosmic origins
Seeks only to begin, to push its tendrils forth
Release its spores, turn from grey to green
Make the outside live-able once more
Taking time but wasting none
To send out shoots and unfurl leaves towards the light
Time will tick, while Gaia has her day
Verdant months will pass, with nothing in their way
But the consequence of that, unchanging truth
That existence has no basis of its own
But reflects a broader proof
Of incident degrees from its ultimate source
As now it ends, it will begin again
The turning away, the closing down
As Earth makes one more journey
Round the sun

14 March 2022