Happenings
Gazing through shadow to uplit green
I see sycamore's golden-glint shades
lose a few leaves in fate's wind-bated
spin to watery disintegration, weaving
anew destiny's shape-changing azure.
Protective twigs cover egg-laden nest
until predator visit from domed space,
pool's silence breaks in deathly unrest
as newt struggles with live moth-food
and I have to watch indifferent nature.
Cobwebbed with questions each today
covets happenings forecast to endings
after beginnings which birthed, rooted
and here, tomorrow will crumble away.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
Offline) - Published: June 8th, 2017 03:56
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Comments6
Sounds like Spring Fay. Nice structure.
THE VERSE AND THE PHOTOGRAPH COMPLIMENT EACH OTHER ! Thanks for sharing, - Raj
Super write Fay.
Another super scribe Fay.
Things we attribute as beautiful or as painful to watch, nature is indifferent as it is simply their nature.
Hugs.
Another beauty, Fay, and I love the square format! Must be the engineer in me. Keep them coming!
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