The Creeper
These months I have admired you
Lit by the summer sun
Casting a shadow, an elegant silhouette,
In a state of constant emergence.
I watched your slow progress
Reaching for the glass
Tapping it, aided by the air,
Or in stillness, bejeweled with rain.
Now hanging from the eve
Between a sway and a shake,
Half stripped, you prepare
For the inevitable fall.
Nature demands obedience,
At mercy of changing times
Relinquishing all that you have
You relent to the seasons.
Ciaran Burke
