Slow Fall

Go now.  You
  say there's nothing for you here - 
  but look - the black vault of sky,
  the still earth preparing, to hold its

  breath, for a time.

Go now.  You
  see - it's only a slow fall,
  revealing and baring
  their stark and lovely forms, to

  stand for a season,  

  unveiled.

Go now.  You
  miss the iron rising,
  still and frosted over - 
  stars spilled to earth, 

  alike for these days,
  in moonlight.

Go now.  We
  are buttoned up, protected,
  and in wonder, 

  sparing little thought 

  for the day we must -  

  no doubt,
  go too.