O poets in touch with the rhythms of Nature
Prepare the soil for the keen arrival of her
Flowered beauty! And as they're only concerned
With the seed, and not the fruit, then they can discern
A pattern in proceedings. For it is often
The case, in creative matters, that what one ends
Up with won't look like the notion that one began
With. Many notice this, but do not understand
The process. Many produce painted skeletons:
Brittle, half - baked, incredibly monotonous;
Lacking in nuance and form. Too few realise
Dreams and visions that lie deep within the mind's eye.
Like Tarkovsky, true poets sculpt and paint in time;
Guided not by systems, but by the seasons' rhymes.