The lasting dark that sinks in the promise of early spring, springs again from the cold north & settles in the old grass alongside the rain, (long dead), come to life, there where families of Rush, Sedge, Milkweed & Nettle crowd its streams. Summer young they copulate with animal & wind; grow round with progeny & summer old in the ruin of creeks (once the waste of rain) ruin their heads (once the face of flowers) & send similes of fat planets to race away in the cold air that comes from a very old divide that will send a flood of dark to help both the dead & their begotten to swell & promise early spring. 
What need have we for the 2nd Law or redemption? Inexorably the old cold & loving Bacillus will deliver us!
Coenonympha tullia california
