Sweetly fragrant, white roses
Defy the twilit afternoon.
Beautyberries set purple accents
Though their leaves have gone to ground.
Firethorn and autumnal trees sparkle
Orange, red, and Golden
Along bent, narrow streets
*
A lost seagull pines for succour
That won’t come.
Survive at your peril.
A challenge for every bird
Every creature:
To live or die
As nature decides
*
Life is a circle
Where nothing is lost
While nature is ruling.
Upend it, and
The outcome
Will be grave
*
©HMH, 2022
So beautiful, Hanne! The last stanza especially gave me goosebumps! And like your poem to go from beauty to fright so quickly–that is nature, abused,
I’m so glad you liked my poem. Yes, it isn’t easy to come to terms with the way nature works. May it be a reminder . . . we could be next.
If you will accept it, I’d like to send you an ARC of “Summerbird’s Quest” when I get it together, hopefully in the next few weeks. I offer it because her existence eventually becomes so entwined with Nature that the forests and animals give her the means to save her realm. Your poem could describe the last chapters of the book.
I’m intrigued!
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