The Starling Dusk

The starling dusk swarms the loping sun as walking through memories of her  yard I wander deeper and as deeper I become all the moments made of flowers and trees unspool like the world as a ball of yarn unraveling then  raveling again apart then together everything into a conflation of winter and summer  and shadow and shade all as the same moment and in that moment lilacs bloom  desperately in the starlight like tiny cobalt fires starving on the sweet sap of moonlight. Then the snow makes all the flowers bloom.