Poetry – A feast

A Feast

 

A feast of flowers,

Cornucopia of creatures,

Selection of seeds,

Intensity of insects,

All thriving in a composed community.

Profoundly profuse,

Vigorously vital,

Symbiotically sustaining,

Humming harmoniously.

Devastated

Through dreadful ignorance.

Now a scarred desert

Of ruin.

 

Opher – 14.7.2020

2 thoughts on “Poetry – A feast

    1. Meadow not so sweet right now Michael. Creamy with the residue from spraying with a petroleum sheen.

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