winter world

the summer day stumbles through the chants of autumn’s leftover nights and picks a handful of stars from heaven’s flickering galaxy. it stores them for some gloomy, lightless eve where it will hang them one by one, on cosmic strings, above the valleys and high hills of my decaying land. the fervor will sustain and endure, while gracefully unveiling a sanctity in its search for existence in this global sphere… unveiling an urgency as it leaves a trace of His Grandeur on the rusted leaves and open plains of this winter world.