In Earth’s barest state
on nature’s carpet and slick
rock tie-dyed by the sun—
the mantis treads and holds
stick arms to the sky.
Molting away its famous
green, it ventures on twig legs
from window to road
into the vaults of nature’s gold
and water haloed by reseda.
The nymphs now welcome
the ground beneath them,
leaving the canopies they clung
to. The re-birthed traveler
though not young
accepts change—
gone is the exoskeleton of summer’s
green leaf and skin—
it’s now achromatic after
August left a September prayer.
By Nicole Pottgen
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Author:
Jerry Reynolds (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written by my granddaughter Nicole Pottgen. I am so proud of her.
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
Hey Jez I am proud for both of you ..
That young lady sure has some considerable talent ..
Please convey my own respect and best wishes to Nicole .. Neville
Thanks, Nelville
A fine write.
Thanks, Oechi.
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