SLOWLY I WATCH THE VERDANT SWARD
Those of us who pass by the crowded path
That overhung with brambles, nettles, green intrusion
Are making our inevitable way towards an ending
Although life’s exuberance surrounds us.
We are the revenants who have survived,
Now our shadows follow in our footsteps
To remind men of the abundant sap,
The uncontained and untamed push
That is nature’s way.
But as a season changes, will come again
The bare and barren branches
And we will still tread the cold air
With the wind’s companionship on our backs
And in our empty heads hear it echo history.
On a kitchen sill potted stems fed
From sunlight through the window.
Beneath their twisted shapes some law declared
That growing force I envy. For once, like them,
I was energy unbound, urged on and upward,
Full with seed and greedy as a pigging bee for pollen.
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