The Turning

It will rain and rain again
and we will think 
there'll be no end to it

it will turn cold and night
will fall faster 
than the light can catch it

or it will cycle between 
heat and uncertainty
before climbing walls of fog

it will spare no branch
no seedling 
nor hollowed tuft in the field

it will take with a mouth
hungry for every plot
brillianced with green

it will leave us messages 
in stone written by blue-
tongued skinks