Balance Wheel

The mechanism on which

Fortune pivots,
Random invention,
Spills a tide of possibility.

Somewhere in biology
A coil, a spring unwinds.

Light rising, falling,
Gives in to dark.

In the wilderness
Leaf bows to the hour,
Yellows.

Petal, calyx and seed
Hang dry on the stem.

Chance leaps away:
A scattering of creatures.

Opportunity swoops:
A hawk upon prey.

Heaven,
The wheel on which
Destiny meditates,
No longer waits.

The rim of the earth
Solid as stone
Is dust beneath it.

Season follows season
And time rides roughshod.

All ages come to the same dust.
Small movements build the future.
The rhythm of stillness repeats in silence.
Change finds its own certainty.

Every day defers to the next
In the endless creation of now.

 © BH, 2015

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And a bonus in the poem series. Back to nature with some good old Victorian mechanics behind it. Very steampunk.

Picture: Scabious with Cogs.

The sequence is Hollowed #3; Dusk; Bloodlines; Succoth; Boyhood; plus the bonus, Balance Wheel.