a foolhardy florilegium
War and pain and death and sorrow;
how can there ever be tomorrow?
I look sometimes and wonder why
I even get out of bed and try. 44 more words
1 week ago
A planet full of Zombies who don’t even know to care.
They preside over a planet’s death like it isn’t even there.
“The planet isn’t hotter because I feel cold today.” 60 more words
1 week, 4 days ago
The Mermaids are gone and the ocean’s laid bare;
but the seafarers today don’t seem to care.
High in skyscrapers they now ply their trade; 80 more words
2 weeks, 1 day ago
Come Little Leaves
“Come, little leaves,” said the wind one day,
“Come over the meadows with me, and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold; 292 more words
2 weeks, 6 days ago
Four Days Away
A small time gone to see the first snow
on the gold hills near the mountain.
A return to tomato plants turning black, 111 more words
3 weeks, 3 days ago
You could opine that leaves burnished too early,
too hot this summer, too dry, the drifts
of wildfire smoke cured garden plants
like old tobacco. 196 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
Is there meaning? I wonder some days
as the world goes on in meaningless ways.
But maybe the journey the planet is on
Is the echo of the place we have gone. 91 more words
2 months ago