Aardwolf In The Void Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

blackberry trimmings and catkins shuffled to the roadside
to join maple and alder branches snapped by a hard rain
it is hollow
full with many
yet hollow
it confuses time with calendars
it sings of green pines
it is hollow
full with many
and yet hollow
another year
and another
it is a writhing chrysalis
as the nautilus makes its spiraling rounds
periwinkles sing the softer shades of blue
dance with the glories of a hypnoplasmic morning
greet the sun in a seriocomic western sky
waiting
another year
and another
howl under the tree of may be
an ebon floe,
albeit considered a flight risk
turn a cartwheel, lather, rinse, repeat