February 23, 2024Poem

Carry her

naturetime

Carry her

Set her down beneath a tree

There is room enough

For you and she

To watch the days go by.

The sun flies

Seasons change

And as leaves fall

They will be golden.

Over the sea

Where fish swim

And teem

Flickering

In and out of sunbeams,

There is a world

Less easily differentiated.

Famine amid plenty

A lust for blood

And hatred

As all the while

You both will lie

Honeyed in bliss,

Forever