The role of Stone is one of Ice
That seeks a slower sun.
To Synapse, stealth Invisible,
Concision to the Bone.
The praying hands of branches bared
By Wind, this season’s Star,
Implore — insensate, arrogant —
As snowflakes formed in Fire.
Above the church a fist of smoke
Diminishes the Blooms
Within that Park where Prayers revolve
On a Carousel of tombs.