Concerto for blunt instrument

An irregular heartbeat from d.o. to you. Not like a daily kos, more like a sometime sloth. Fast relief from the symptoms of blogarrhea and predicated on the understanding that the world is not a stage for our actions, rather it is a living organism upon which we depend for our existence.

Monday, August 15, 2022

It's the Trees

 









Those who embrace the Trees or
those who care not their presence
those humans willing to conquer in
their thinking Nature and her gifts
Her tests and disregard rooted in
another way beyond their sight or
seeming lack of comprehension
the Trees give to them anyway
elements of life and comfort
perhaps undeserved in cold or
summer's hot breath wilting all in
a world gone mad alienation from
this here Creation dwindling before
the very eyes beholding it as
She slips away today yesterday
and into the troubled future