Gardenscale
This serpentine year drags itself slowly across the floor,
Coiling around yet another effervescent morsel of faith or intent;
Again it moves to sleep it off,
Pierced from inside with budding flora,
Buds and blooms and petals in dizzying array.
All poppyeyed and entropic reptiles return to this bliss,
Like a gecko sunning on a rust colored rock.