Glancing out of focus
dims the shedding season
Collect what falls,
revealing a reason
to peer
Familiar wakeful
middle fibers hover
Then tear apart
focused vibration
Straying grave distances
dissimilar in flight
Harried hours
in the parade of days,
strum our nervous strings
Contrived sound
far removed from
a trio unacclaimed
Stillness,
pleasantness,
repose