Has nature forgot to colour in this scene?
Brumous linen hangs on this opaque air.
Electric current dosed in liquid needles,
It jack knifed this acidic bleed.
Take your shoes off when you lie on this flower bed,
The insects yawn whilst you fear.
Cerebral widow takes no prisoners,
The web welds the leash on your albatross’ steer.
Bellowing lung food escapes to the atmospheric,
It digs no purity for the common man.
The roses that weaken in winter; still honour its thorns.
Until the seasonal seed is buried, the essence, the ruin, the scorn.
© Thelma Von Salem @ https://thelmavonsalem.com
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