Mortal

before you break

will there be a sound of

ice crack

a forewarning, frail fissuring

like the sonorous peals

of the frozen rivers of spring

startling the industry

of nest builders

to open mouths

of tumbling twigs

.

and when I bleed

shall it be the slow seep

brown

from leaf detritus

autumn pavement stains

individual patterns indiscernible

washed to gutters

of memory

.

every season shall have

its sensations

the crack, rot and seep

we mortals parallel