Extinct
~ Extinct ~
Under sky's radar
just above treetops
clouds layered white
along lazy trails inch
A breeze bestirs herself
thinks better of it --
scattered leaves left scattered
on still-green lawns
The sun, this late October day
climbs rungs of warmth, as if
to wave Autumn's chill farewell
commandeering Summer to stay
And we, we who bask in its delight
We, we who feed Mother Earth's plight
We, we who do not sense darkness in light
We, we with our dinosaur grins, are we not
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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