Dust

[brynmawr1]

Dust

No sense to be made
of this little flower                 great opening
the color of impending death         its color/bloom impending death
importunes
guess work comes with every breath  consider inverting this line to 'every breath comes(with)/is guess work'
arrives no where at all
at end of creation:     this seems too much to me

light warped evenings
take the air at odds and ends
train horns punctuate.     at first I saw actual trains with horns, don't change-love the surreal imagery.
Scaling another day  again, consider inverting line
just to reach tomorrow.   I sense here that you are going for a 'ground hog day' vibe? If so consider, 'another day scaled/just to reach morning'
To hear morning tell it
it’s all beginnings, then day explodes        my favorite lines,   Good line break.
into identical fragments.

No beginning , middle or end  
will satisfy this miller.   was going to suggest changes but then accepted the narrator's position.
He grinds everything to dust.

Hi TqB,
Hard to resist giving edits as listed above.  All are mild suggestions that  don't change meaning.
enjoyed very much, regardless
take care,
bryn