Life

A patch of dried grass at the side of the road Rusty guardrails crumbling erosion A patch of berries a diet for deer Thankful dinner for their born for a year Leaves now yellow some orange, many dead Dried veins crumble prepare soil for life A pothole or two missed by the power Shall fill with ice and erode what’s blue Into the future all again will be new Berries will fall and rot be gone Stripped to the bone nothing further to give A repetitive calendar turns pages as we live All shall go than arrive once again Death and birth explains this Earth A Priceless death is what we’re worth