digging deep into
her pockets she pulls out handfuls...
The glint of gold amongst the green
a berry ripe with autumn’s sun...
Thousands of emeralds
cradle my skeletal frame...
The silver of rivers
The smoothness of stone...
I walked slowly across
your bed made of soft grains of sand...
Thundering clouds and rumbling waves
Crushed the bones of those who were brave...
nudging mum for a
crafty suckle, her eldest...
sleeping
within polyanthus...
beside fish filled pond
fly chaffinches sweeping up...
Mother Nature against the world
when anger strikes the air is fuming...
Clouds rise like eyelids
unveiling a bright blue sky...
Speechless roses fall victim to winter
dormant; within cracks of frozen earth...