Shivers
Run the course of river
Tributaries of nervous system 
Down my spine at night

Rocky outcrop
Showing black line of ash
Extinction, though not quite
Disappearing of past life

Seagrass
Luminescent pink through to stout browny black
Traces the lines of tide
Beneath soft cake mounds of sand

Deciduous 
Shedding of old life
Happens annually above our collective minds
Imagine the life force stagnant
In tributaries of its truncated spine.

Know that we and they flow in seasons 
We are not immune in our glass hothouses
Cold buries deep till last sight of snow
First signs of new life
Mere bud or daring flower show.