The color of decay / Is not grey, / As mold or dust, / For neither rust, / As autumn’s beast bellows, / And from its maw, rainfall flows…
Category Archives: Nature
Harpaphe Haydeniana
A many-legged, miniscule marauder, / A stealthy, silent soldier, / Feeds upon the decaying and the dead. / With a mouthful of rusty needles, / He fertilizes the forest floor, / Decorates his shiny, black, skeletal armor, / With mustard-yellow war paint, / Warns away the furry, bucktoothed giants, / And the feathered, beaked pilots, / Tempted to pierce and crack / The forest infantryman’s bony plates, / And receive a mouthful of cyanide…
The Crickets and the Cars
The crickets hummed in noonday sun. / Summer scorched the cool greens of Spring, / Dyed the pastures a warm, wheaten yellow / To match the bright, burning rays. / The frontliners of the season’s change / Signaled the crickets to emerge and sing / Their characteristic melody…
Nothing Ever Fades that Should
Nothing ever fades that should / Valhalla is reserved only / For the worthy and good / The things of Hades creep / Climb out from underground / They never truly die…
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