before fading back into darkness
squarish hole in middle of garden
is walled with various sizes of
rectangular-shaped stones
stones once used as steps leading
to abandoned gazebo atop the hill
but now separating earth from fire
sparrows and wrens tend to garden
while cardinals and jays perch in pines
all unafraid of smoldering hole
as long as night is far
patio blocks geometrically encase
black hole in summer garden
introducing spiral pathways
transgressing divergently in circular fashion
exposing and unfolding new life
suspended in color and contrasting light
november two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
jdubqca 
You are seriously a genius poet, John. I hope you know how good you are.
I’m humbled by your kind comments, Shawna. Thank you very much.