spins too quietly by me

a chilly day
where th'small leaves have
fallen along th'street

collecting to a swirling web
of beauty infinite

that too quickly passes by

with so little say
or so small a Sigh
it takes breath away

as it runs The Course of a radix whose
existence's sucked out of
beauty's untendered bruise
or innocent Love

( a tree standing upon th'sidewalk )

whose enormous roots
Th'Gorgeous Preludes track

with stilled minutes