The Creeper


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

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