As silent wind sleeps
war drums beat from a distance...
I can hear
her voice...
Living,
in the wounds...
nudging mum for a
crafty suckle, her eldest...
sleeping
within polyanthus...
Rainbows with their chosen hues
Light up the skies like a lit fuse...
The time I've spent in nature
walking through thick grass...
Patenting the human genes;
fence-sitters...
This was an interesting dialogue
going on...
As spring arrives, from natures womb
her season brings, a baby-boom...
This comely butterfly mirrors our moon
With fulgent shades that glisten and swoon...
Nature is anxious
awaiting springs arrival...