Uncoiled thoughts
Jet past this timid clearing
Far from the cooling, tranquil waft
Of a lonely and docile wisp

They are hopelessly ensnared
By twining branch and shrub
Where courage lay mangled
Forever marred by rust and decay

All roads curve
In this endless, harrowing loop
From the towering apex of spring
To the lowly gulch
Of a brisk and troubled fall